This is a song about "Pieces"

We living good all of us, we winning, that's obvious

Agree, only want to thieve and carry pieces,

Not pieces which you had for breakfast

Slow sink, can't breath, no remorse, dont think

And put the pieces back together my way

Young peyton don't huddle, still run my play

You broke my heart in a million pieces.

Don't cross me, cause my friend, i'm no jesus

Meanwhile the family losing pieces,

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love

Four out of five try to fake and get serious

My mission is to rip this shit and split it to pieces

Fuck with me, end up resting in pisa, in pieces.

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

I give you my heart and u turned it into pieces

That’s like a complacent atheist is asking for jesus