This is a song about "Pieces of my heart"

Cause i ain't really care what the rest say

And put the pieces back together my way

You might be my next target of my crazy diseases of wicked heart freezing,

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

And that they love to see us all go to prison or die

The wrenching of my guts, the breaking of my heart and watching my

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Alot of niggas fake who go to hard

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

I got a lot of plans that were in itself master pieces

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

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

Twista finna get up on the track

I'm tired of knowing my heart, is coal black.

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Let me breathe hard like it was hard