This is a song about "Piece"

Listen to treach, krs to get me through the night

Like a permanent piece of finite dynamite

Have no souls indeed

You're a piece of meat,

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

Tell them that you're from the wolf gang and you're fuckin' proud

Pose, click, pose, click

Want a piece of my dick

Hey mr. coach, i don't like you

I reach for my piece and bullets flew

Now i'm self made; and i'm high paid

Saying life's a piece of cake

So i'm a take that rubber off, i wouldn't mind having babies

Every night i cowered, clutched my rosary and jesus piece,