This is a song about "Pc parts"

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

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

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

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

I got these tats all on my arms

Both dreams got different parts

With parts of their body through the mail

And why the hell am i locked in jail

They used to call me the future

And i wanted all parts of her

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

Your pc must have a virus after that shit you spit

Lets talk about history..in the 70's morrison once said, that killers lack huge parts

Man quit rapping get out this site, go proclaim loud like a little kid who wants

There’s whisperings around these parts of a new kid

Bitches is 40 deep in this muthafucka and twisted