This is a song about "Lichy pie"

Chevy filled up on petrol, times like this i just roll

As i ingest her tender little pie whole

Niggas wanna know why i'm so nice

Bitch screaming i want this cream-pie tease,

Nigga cue me in i'm a peruvian drug lord

Her redder header over a pie, bald

Serving disses like dishes pie yah im bout lay crust,

I'm gettin help for this addiction, now golf ain't important

Barack obama comin' this way, he eats all the pie

I can make the clouds jealous nigga i am that fly

See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry

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

Don’t know which one i’ma drive, fuck it, i’m just gone fly

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