This is a song about "I like pie"

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

How high? nigga, higher than the kites they fly

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

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die

Physical making life miserable keep smoking until dragons and tattooed

And you wonder why you,can never seem to get a piece of the american pie dude

I like to use the word like magic.

So drop the slam and let's get sick

I end rappers like chapters i spend masters like bankers

No congressional reppers, no respectable rappers

Gotti here, i’m in this shit

This is american pie unrated,

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

I got a penny in my pocket, million in the trunk

But we having sex tonight

I wonder what heaven is like