This is a song about "Part ways"

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

Hardest part was to part till the intersection/

Where the wave, show me the ways,

Slow and steady wins this race

I'd rather act the part

Blasting out some backyard

Twenty four hours,seven days. we sat and mourned cuz' we can't part ways.

I can't wait til she find out that that's really not the case

Then push the milk on a slow bend

Either ways it's perfect

He said that he rather put the pump to his face

And any connotation is viewed many ways

A piece of art, at least some part

February cold as my heart