This is a song about "Ashleberry pie"

I like big butts and i cannot lie

All i wanna do is have sex and eat pie

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

The impact of our biggest pie bit, weakest priority,

Headed for doom, still consumed by the beast

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

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

All i wanna do is sit back and watch you move and i'll proceed to throw this cash

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

Cuz they all broken, why do ghetto birds die

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

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die

Cause my mother let me do what i want

Her redder header over a pie, bald