This is a song about "American pie band camp"

In 3 months im headed to boot camp, girls say im cool

Sometimes it ain't what's up, sometimes you play the fool

Waiting on mom to bring me the aspirin from a trampoline jump

Bodied n' be a wake early, like a boot camp-jail sargent.

You can pick apart my raps, i ain’t told ya na’ lie

You gonna' get hit with something a lot worse than pie

Cause you can't even rap in the fourth grade band

I just write that right by a mic stand

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

Ride with me even when scared- join my 'band' like ring fingers.

Tell em they mind clippin i give em like 5 minutes

My ancestors were brought here on american ships

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

This is american pie unrated,