This is a song about "Cactus and honey pie"

Forget it you just want the money honey

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Hands in the airrrrrrr let-let-let-let it fly

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

But now it's on point, more points then of a cactus.

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

And be the honey bee

My lady, my baby

Bitch screaming i want this cream-pie tease,

You pussies ain't shit but venereal disease

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

We havin’ a celebration, love to stay high

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

Poster child of wild styles apparatus closer to cactus

I spit hard on point like a fuckin cactus

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was