This is a song about "Part of my fane"

This is known as a classic, yeah that chapped lips crack shit

But they never said that my friends would be a part of it

To this part of the narrative

Take her back to where i live

Ripping and, drifting a#side like a part of my souls been taken for #life

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

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

Epic, they used to feed me detours

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

No coach bag if i go with that, snake skin tote that cobra clutch

I skated all day, i just need some rest, i'm depressed

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

Killing innocent people is not part of religion,

Doin time for slowguess she made a bad decision

So you she would hide cause she thought of me as a typical guy

Got ya bitch wrapped around my necklace. flood the streets that was part of my