This is a song about "Parts of speech"

Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep

And other parts of your life have just become obsolete.

The day before is better than the present

And she wanted the parts of my friend

You can ask los, i was like a young gale

With parts of their body through the mail

Both dreams got different parts

Finish line with the tire marks

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Filled with larceny, who want parts of me?

See i got freedom of speech but i’m still being restricted,

Like ellen degeneres clitoris is playing with dick

But your speech is not colloquial.

This is the root of all evil

And i wanted all parts of her

Big sean, wale, vado, this the future