This is a song about "Pieces"

Heard it and snapped in 5 pieces

Let's have a toast for this new love

And you wonder why niggas keep the gun tucked

Check the thesis, reese's pieces result

Four out of five try to fake and get serious

Preaching and spitting til i'm broke in pieces/

Not pieces which you had for breakfast

Shout out to joe and chris, it's a.p on my wrist

Fitted like pieces of puzzles, complicated

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi when i'm thru with that shit

Look, i'm back like niggas on a bus

Meanwhile the family losing pieces,

Five out of nine broads all get curious

Recovering from the lost pieces

The look of no hope on my niggas' faces

But it increases and melts your mind to pieces.