This is a song about "Parts"

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

I ain't jackin no parts, i ain't attacking the charts

That happen to act like a black president

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

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

Of atomic particles split into two parts

Parts unknown my from, steps more silent than oj gloves

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

Im partin seas, and parts of me is insane

Bitches choosing their excuses: my new car’s to blame

I was the only one she didn't want parts from

Hey man so far i've been listenin to your album

The spark that ignites and tears us apart like two parts

T.i. literally wanted to shoot up the charts

Throwing animal parts at scarlett johansen

Rolling in more green than a hole in one