This is a song about "Broken hearts sewn back together"

U'l need to be stitched n sewn cause my tolerance shrunk

Seven, what's religion nigga? i am legend

Cause i run up in them and i make their cats meow

Time to put my life back together right now! (now)

I got these tats all on my arms

But they will never reach our hearts,

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

Cause too many people got weak ass hearts

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

Just maxin, relaxing, and rippin faggots hearts

So when i rape a bitch i hold her down and get my best nut

And have the doctors piece you back together.... with any luck.

Tire marks, tire marks

I come to win your hearts

Can't me paste back together, and you'll never find a copy

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see