This is a song about "Donnie u speaking on the dead yo head look like a piece of cornbread"

My body's sailing into the sea ,floating like a piece of cork,

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

Everybody put three fingers in the air

I look like a winner, yo can look but don't stare

Like night of the living dead

Like a church in debt

And mansions on the fault line of a shaky market

I look like a bum, yo my clothes ain't about shit

Like a permanent piece of finite dynamite

I keep my friends close, enemies on a leash like

You don't want a piece of me, cuz the piece comes out

Don't second guess it girl there ain't nothing to think about

A little piece of shit

One night love: i'mma need that

Took me mighty long to get here

I'm like a piece of steel,