This is a song about "Broken hearted pieces"

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Broken in pieces nothin left intact, is what i say fake fiction fact or crap

Me so much that i'm torn to pieces

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

Agree, only want to thieve and carry pieces,

Pleading with a soul in pieces

The way she walks and causes a fuss

Pocket racked up all big faces

Recovering from the lost pieces

Or relieves from the broken hearted stories

Kush, baby mama-less; yeah no seeds

Heard it and snapped in 5 pieces

Here i go again, falling in love