This is a song about "Apple pie"

Ill tie yo little ass to the pool table and shoot the cube ball to yo adams apple

That you looking like an angel-sent from the heavens, god bless your every angle

Need every color rari, and the apple for the safari

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

I ain't worried bout shitbitch i'm the shit

This is american pie unrated,

The impact of our biggest pie bit, weakest priority,

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

Headed for doom, still consumed by the beast

Oh thats yo girl? last night that bitch i pie creamed.

As i ingest her tender little pie whole

Except it ain't via the nose it's from deep in my soul