This is a song about "Pieces of my heart"

Take a shot at the excorcist then x em out with these words

Instead of cutting my heart in half, you cut it in thirds,

With my heart most of you fuckas just fakers in the making

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Snitches here don't got no heart

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Like a small garage in your backyard

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

He could own that, shawty, i'mma lease that

Took my heart out of my chest and ate it

She can make a pimp fall in love

You broke my heart in a million pieces.

My parents went away on a week's vacation and

Snap you into pieces, the definition of pliant,

Press throw and brother see my demons in three pieces

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