This is a song about "Cactus and honey pie"

Yes, i'm sure we could all agree

Hear what i said honey?

All i wanna do is have sex and eat pie

Drinks in the airrrrrrr let-let-let-let it fly

Not hungry for my poetry

Sticky fingers from pot of honey

I go hard every time making points like a cactus,

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

One of the coldest, the gracing on that pole

As i ingest her tender little pie whole

20 racks really thats sneaker money

Your poo, i mean pooh without the honey,

Bitch screaming i want this cream-pie tease,

You gotta breathe and be at ease