This is a song about "Pieces"

Come here to picture how he bumping his fist

Not pieces which you had for breakfast

Pleading with a soul in pieces

All we need is convienient love

Snap you into pieces, the definition of pliant,

I take a sip of hennessy and then get pissy drunk

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

I slice you up into pieces

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

Preaching and spitting til i'm broke in pieces/

And she got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

Fitted like pieces of puzzles, complicated

They getting deals with thier weak buzz

But then again.. we're just board pieces.

That's why i shine like i does

Recovering from the lost pieces