This is a song about "American pie"

If you see us on the floor, you'll be watchin' all night

I live in the american south with the racial divide,

Barack obama comin' this way, he eats all the pie

See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry

Hate to break this to you but this is nothing like the american dream

But whatever it is baby hope you pledge to your dreams, forever my queen

18 year sentence with no parole

As i ingest her tender little pie whole

Bomaye, killa cam, my lord

Her redder header over a pie, bald

I’m lost without them, when they around i am charles sheen

Succeed in what you love the american dream

My ancestors were brought here on american ships

I'm murdering instrumentals cause i rap with the conscience