This is a song about "Part"

Thug shit, i keep a beamed out fifth

To this part of the narrative

I'mma part of the system,

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

I love all the inspiration

Part of the mc nation,

A piece of art, at least some part

Snitches here don't got no heart

But i'm still here, and i'll try pick up every part,

Well in that case, brother, then love her hard

Part of addictions to start interventions

If we don't fix this then you'll see the same things

Yo man bars part number three

No smilescause ain't a thing funny

Like a small garage in your backyard

Don’t let the others determine our part