This is a song about "Chatty patty"

We havin’ a celebration, love to stay high

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

Do you think i'm out of my mind with this tape

They say things are easy like baking a cake

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

I’m a sinner, jesus christ, please forgive me for my ways

Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die

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

I'm a pagan and a patient and they're sick of my tricks

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

And if your patient you'll be the one taking the cake

I'm spittin hungry like ain't shit up on my dinner plate

Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice

You worthless kid. nigga don't deserve to live

Saying life's a piece of cake

When the club gets played