This is a song about "Get back together"

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

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

And put the pieces back together my way

End these weak niggas like a mofuckin' friday

Y'all needa get ya shit together cause against society you ain't shit

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

But some people don't so let's get back

Nothing back i get miserable

Lady at the frank stand will

Always keep a goalie on on me, i ain't for that maury talk

Trying to get his life together, or something of that sought

And put the pieces back together my way

If i can leave this place, and just get away

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

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