This is a song about "Cream pie"

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

But... what's oreo without the cream?

Well maybe just that one motive, you know about cream

50 dollars on some shoes you ain't ever seen

As i ingest her tender little pie whole

One of the coldest, the gracing on that pole

We're freaky leeches, no sweet peaches or cream,

Cause no man's eyes should see what i've seen

Eyes real low, just blame it on the green

Never commit to stacking someone else's cream

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

More clearer than the crystal sky, blue as the beast

Maintaining my modest modest as i dream

But... what's oreo without the cream?