This is a song about "Parts of the brain"

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

The jager in my cup is licorice black

I’m a hustla, baby

And she wanted no parts of me

20 racks really thats sneaker money

Filled with larceny, who want parts of me?

Flyin’ through the city, all-black, bruce wayne

Put my calling card, through the side of your brain.

The spark that ignites and tears us apart like two parts

You know how jay-z said he wasn't going for the charts

Half your body laying on my chest

And she wanted the parts of my friend

Put these bitches on lock down, something like jail

With parts of their body through the mail

Cause time is money

The right side of my brain be