This is a song about "Parts of a cell"

Well that didn't go well, let us try to make it swell

These wack bars imprison me like i'm raised in a cell,

Im partin seas, and parts of me is insane

I am marvin with mind, but i listen to wayne

And people don’t care if they’re locked up in a prison cell,

And she ain't gay, but the only thing she like is fucking chanel

Filled with larceny, who want parts of me?

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

And she wanted the parts of my friend

One parent above, the other live scared

So what you've heard is the fix like super

And i wanted all parts of her

There’s whisperings around these parts of a new kid

Just a little sprung but don't call me on your period

Calling niggas really knowing they dont give a hell

Been calmer than dahmer up in a prison cell