This is a song about "The part"

Avenue that avenue i'm doing more than just passing through

Part of me hates your guts but the other part is in love with you.

You can ask los, i was like a young gale

Plus i keep it on lock, like i'm part of the jail

Bitch i'm in the fucking mall, with my niggas eating ham

The best part about you is that your nose is shorter than

All black, khaki jumper, actin' a donkey

Never tame to any part of the body/

Snitches here don't got no heart

I'd rather act the part

Like the show the following? the part where joe carol dies?

That's where i hound your wife, she see the 4 pounds of ice

Don’t let the others determine our part

Fed ain't dumb but they sittin' in the cold dark

And they wonder why these california earthquakes hit so hard

I was born to own a heart but never taught to know the part