This is a song about "Pieces"

Yet we're just board peace is, no brain to hoard pieces

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

From the time that you stole my heart

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

If you feel it, it must be real just

Check the thesis, reese's pieces result

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

I just wanna rip him into small pieces

That’s like a complacent atheist is asking for jesus

I give you my heart and u turned it into pieces

Young peyton don't huddle, still run my play

And put the pieces back together my way

Pleading with a soul in pieces

Always knew where the pot was

Hitting amputees in the knees, jesus

My lone genius'll smash your raps to pieces/