This is a song about "Chicken pot pie"

You can all get hit and we ain't lenient to women

Served in my kitchens with my fired chicken,

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

Fresh to death, when i step, you can hear momma's cry

I can make the clouds jealous nigga i am that fly

All i wanna do is have sex and eat pie

Bitch screaming i want this cream-pie tease,

We can make more, make babies

Just a place that they can come

Closest you'll get is being chicken

For a little pot/ they got me a pot to piss in

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

Java whatever i'm boiling in your pot.

Feeling lucky let me touch your spot

Settle down maybe grow some pot