This is a song about "Pieces"

That ice be onto my neck and wrist

Not pieces which you had for breakfast

You broke my heart in a million pieces.

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

But it increases and melts your mind to pieces.

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

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

Fitted like pieces of puzzles, complicated

For the next one to call me up talking that shit

Like damn mama the reason i work hard

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Here i go again, falling in love

Pleading with a soul in pieces

Preaching and spitting til i'm broke in pieces/

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