This is a song about "Piece of work"

Living out of a homeless shit

Piece of art that i painted

He's a mucky piece of weird ass lucky he's still living

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

Write your names on the separate piece of paper

I'd rather you tell me to hit you later

From the womb, my newborn child

To give you a piece of my mind

Like a permanent piece of finite dynamite

Heard you had a bad day, well lets make it a good night

No one-half and i hate math

Makes me a piece of white trash,

Please release an increase of need for peace and try to seize a piece

But for now just roll it up and just become one with the breeze