This is a song about "Mince pies"

You ain’t seen nothing yet, bitch, this just my friday ice

Hungry, thirsty, d'evils got me slingin' rock, sellin' pies,

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

Nonhuman, mash pies in the face because they live in a sorority

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

When i said i'm up and coming a wasn't telling porky pies

To speak from the soul and just leave it with them

Tellin' lies, sellin' pies, hellish eyes keep dyin',

They’re selling pies, telling lies, we’re just simply spitting lies,

That's where i hound your wife, she see the 4 pounds of ice

She blushed, the clothes came off, and i bust heri'm up now, ready to get drunk on the block

Motherfucker ill mince you and your crew into a stew and put it in my pot