This is a song about "Cream pie"

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

I did a little stint, shout out to the south east

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

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

As: i know just what you mean

With a nice vanilla cream

Like a diabetic eating cream puffs

Far from alarmed, i just part wit my problems

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

Tried to warn the little nigga either stop or die

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

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

Her redder header over a pie, bald

In an ocean full of sharks bout to come up short

As i ingest her tender little pie whole

Do you get brains, did you make the honor roll