This is a song about "Parts of the brain"

Of atomic particles split into two parts

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

I have the brain of a genius you have the brain of a neanderthal

Filled with larceny, who want parts of me?

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Ball dreams of being pointguard was off limits jack

Brain wash till the thought of you *throws up* yack

Sang sittin there kickin it with malcolm, 'til the day came

Burn't, can't afford any strains / of the herb which'll open my brain

Im partin seas, and parts of me is insane

So don't worry about my motherfucking name

And she wanted the parts of my friend

I’m watchin' espnbut when that show end

Lets talk about history..in the 70's morrison once said, that killers lack huge parts

Stripped the meat off the bone there like a shark, girl's will be running when you show em the marks