This is a song about "Pc parts"

And she wanted the parts of my friend's friend

Thought we’d be together ’till the end

Seating in front of ma pc trying to write a rap

You let him a sleaze you, but money tend to do that

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

You're on this site with your purchased pc

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

The spark that ignites and tears us apart like two parts

T.i. literally wanted to shoot up the charts

Of atomic particles split into two parts

Filled with larceny, who want parts of me?

Took my heart away from money

Its small enough to swallow and its got sharp parts

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

I don't respect no brain unless we talkin' that saliva spit

And i'll fuckin rip you up until you're minced parts, fuck it