This is a song about "Part of my fane"

Never tame to any part of the body/

And i got a little big, keep it low key

Why haven't you fled, run! your fat #buns gonna be part of my #mac's lunch

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

Oh-kay, here's the situation

Your part of my hater nation

I flash smiles at the mean looks

I'ma part of yours i'ma tale of yours

On they car note to go to the club

It's all a part of growin up

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die

Maybe so, there is no laying low, we all part of the show, are y'all catching my

Like she's a part of the commonwealth!

My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells

Now the only guidance that i had is splattered on cement

My half self was part red just like the dress of clark kent