This is a song about "Minced meat pie"

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

As i take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby

Walking around dodge heat like i'm fresh meat.

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep

Ill turn u rappers into minced meat

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

Bomaye, killa cam, my lord

Her redder header over a pie, bald

You'll never meet (meat) me

Fuck fame, fuck money

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

The impact of our biggest pie bit, weakest priority,

This is american pie unrated,

Tyler the creator invented some new shit

Revolvers, automatics, guns stay silent

Serving disses like dishes pie yah im bout lay crust,