This is a song about "Parts of speech"

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

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

And she wanted no parts of me

Cause you love me, call me daddy

Im partin seas, and parts of me is insane

Givin' 'em a wet, welcome to the house of pain

Yeah i know a city that's surrounded by a beautiful beach

Shouldn't have to turn my words into objects just to make a figure of speech

First class hoes, we on south beach

You gotta make a speech

My mom broke but she posted the bail

With parts of their body through the mail

Finish line with the tire marks

Both dreams got different parts

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

So believe it when you see it my speech is a work of genius