This is a song about "Parts of a cell"

There’s whisperings around these parts of a new kid

Face it: your face caucasian, you literally naked

Remember you can't just cut out parts of your life with a knife,

I'm no longer a saint, jeremy shockey for life

I got so many bars i feel like im in a jail cell

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

It doesn’t matter whether i’m locked up in a prison cell,

I’m a blood motherfucker, nothing new to tell

When we not in summer

And i wanted all parts of her

Then push the milk on a slow bend

And she wanted the parts of my friend's friend

That's your girl, well buddy don't fumble it then

Locked up in a cell ain't have no cake for them