This is a song about "Pc parts"

Lack control like a pc game, purposely in grew my toenail for when pe came

These girls all aboard, this young money trainhaving since fame shit'll never be the same

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

The spark that ignites and tears us apart like two parts

The plight of a rapper or whatever

And i wanted all parts of her

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

And she wanted the parts of my friend's friend

But two parts each bein half.

And when it come to the cash

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

Both dreams got different parts

Hit the green like running backs with no yards

Into literates with their spare parts,

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

Filled with larceny, who want parts of me?