This is a song about "Cherry pie"

When he was undressing said it'll only be a minute

Thats just the cherry on top, not the lot of it

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

I swear i put this shit down without a gimmick or lie

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

And that they love to see us all go to prison or die

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

All my peers doing years beyond drug dealinghow many caskets can we witness

The motherfucking cherry on top, my response to the way you hurt the one's i love/

Cherry red dice i’m a gambling man i’m never taking twice

Temperatures risesniggas blinded by my lyrical disguise

My music is like confetti rain when you win a race

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