This is a song about "Parts"

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

The spark that ignites and tears us apart like two parts

And you ain't gettin' it, 'til you start payin' jewels

Parts unknown my from, steps more silent than oj gloves

I am hip-hop. past, present and future

And i wanted all parts of her

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

I guess that’s why all of these niggas get bent

So when i rape a bitch i hold her down and get my best nut

I start carvin away ur body parts n hey pack em up

For four hundred plus yearsyou should be scared

And she wanted the parts of my friend

Before i get to t.i.a. i'm sure to make her rain

Im partin seas, and parts of me is insane

Both dreams got different parts

Lord, you're so pretty, lying in my arms