This is a song about "Parts"

But two parts each bein half.

Why probe our ass

And i wanted all parts of her

So what you've heard is the fix like super

All up in my jeans and i'm gunna' hit her with that

And i'll fuckin rip you up until you're minced parts, fuck it

Both dreams got different parts

You haters put up your guards

And she wanted no parts of me

Where you belong with your family

You know if you was harder than me then you'd be lead

And other parts of your life have just become obsolete.

Smoking loud, blowing down when the law ain't around

Tried to run away but my parts only shut down

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

Of atomic particles split into two parts