This is a song about "I like pie"

Yellow matter custard, green slop pie, all mixed together with a dead dog’s eye.

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Leaving your cranium split in half, like pie but this is a rhyme not a graph,

All i wanna do is sit back and watch you move and i'll proceed to throw this cash

Cuz they all broken, why do ghetto birds die

All i wanna do is have sex and eat pie

Like i said i run this bitch like im the fuckin reverend

Shawty feinding for love, i be feeding her lust

Bitch screaming i want this cream-pie tease,

Pay homage to a god, bitch fall on your knees

I end rappers like chapters i spend masters like bankers

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

I don't feel like i belong, i feel like i'm a guest.

Who baby momma's a rat, and who got killed last weekend

And i think i like her

In one way or another