This is a song about "My 30 piece"

My god come before this bread

Jesus piece around my neck

Got tired of running from the police

I'm buldin' my life from piece to piece

Want a piece of my dick

Whips ain't shit but my kicks look sick

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Girl i know you want a piece of my function

Let's take another trip, different continents we touching

My level of quality is solid yours is wobbling/

The contestant chipping, piece by piece.

And if we don't we'll have a race of babies