This is a song about "Ashleberry pie"

Bitch screaming i want this cream-pie tease,

Don't fast forward ima serve you some keys

Leaving your cranium split in half, like pie but this is a rhyme not a graph,

I need me an engine that go real fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul ass

Now everybody put your hands up high

Face still dry, wasnt born wit shit fuk ya slice of pie

Ima tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

And actin like a sweety pie

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

Man that eats me alive, roll the leaf and get high

Yellow matter custard, green slop pie, all mixed together with a dead dog’s eye.

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Serving disses like dishes pie yah im bout lay crust,

All the bad strippers gotta greet me with the government

Resorted to the former, got clowned like a pie in the face

I can't wait til she find out that that's really not the case