This is a song about "Cherry pie"

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

Getting high, see the demons in my eyes, before i die

Bitch screaming i want this cream-pie tease,

Like being garbage some type of disease

As i ingest her tender little pie whole

Chevy filled up on petrol, times like this i just roll

Cause your rhymes are sweeter than a cherry tree.

You a lady boss, now you fly free

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

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

And gary coleman just passed: life is short

Her redder header over a pie, bald

Did you fix me up, i'm your number 1 fiend

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