This is a song about "Pieces"

I give you my heart and u turned it into pieces

Lookin' out, retarded kids screamin' out fuck slob, jesus

Not pieces which you had for breakfast

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

Black jesus!searchin for black jesus

My lone genius'll smash your raps to pieces/

I just wanna rip him into small pieces

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love

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

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

Preaching and spitting til i'm broke in pieces/

She need now, she ain't never needed love

Agree, only want to thieve and carry pieces,

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

No gimmick: real time, real heart

Your yard, full of pieces of lard