This is a song about "Pieces of my heart"

Took my heart out of my chest and ate it

Tyler the creator invented some new shit

Ballin, folarin so goddamn hard

I mean that from the bottom of my heart

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit

Fitted like pieces of puzzles, complicated

And he's the only nigga in this particular grade

My heart must of been opted to perform only pure hate,

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

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

I'm so intact so i stay sharp

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

This for my niggas that really rap hard

You took a bite out of my heart