This is a song about "Cream pie"

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

People don't condone what they've never seen

Whatever ya'll mean i ain't got cream

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

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

Sunlife stadium, smoke on my home field

The impact of our biggest pie bit, weakest priority,

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

Y'all know that nigga in the movies

Bitch screaming i want this cream-pie tease,

Her redder header over a pie, bald

Manahattan and 40/40, no 40’s but rose poured

And actin like a sweety pie

I'll meet you in the sky

All the bad strippers gotta greet me with the government

Serving disses like dishes pie yah im bout lay crust,