This is a song about "Parts"

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

The spark that ignites and tears us apart like two parts

I'm in love with a lady who crazy

Filled with larceny, who want parts of me?

Chasing for the wind but you never win the track meet

And other parts of your life have just become obsolete.

Just put on one of me or big sean's cds and roll me some

Throwing animal parts at scarlett johansen

I thought i was out atlanta, but god damn i'm outta space

Like the ripper body parts collected in a jar like leather face

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

Chop her up save the good parts and fucking burn the rest

In these parts, i guess it’s our scars that give us character,

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Of atomic particles split into two parts

All on the furniture with no regards