This is a song about "I m chopping people into piece s"

And i'm not from the 'hood, so i never packed a piece,

The more small people at your door like please can i receive

M and z collapsed into a void stretchin infinite directions

I bed-rock bitchestyga iroc like camaro 87 engines

I´m so high, my shoes so fly

Till we're dumb high, dumb high

Niggas wanna know why i'm so nice

Enemies freeze as i pull a piece

Scram i;m done with you piece of shit boo

Cops wanna cuff you, niggas wanna clap you

Now i'm living out my dreams

Piece up mind to put it into beats

I reach for my piece and bullets flew

To the hood: y'all don't need me, i need you

I was alerting her just to reinsert in her

Go pull out your m i gear from inside the dresser