This is a song about "Murdering pie"

Serving disses like dishes pie yah im bout lay crust,

Hopefully my dick don't shrivel up, when it's time to bust

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

Murdering this game all ready as a youngin' which is rigorous

To clear my head i'm feelin low, losin control

As i ingest her tender little pie whole

I broke mama heart with no college

Murdering another bitch

Her redder header over a pie, bald

If you thought it, it better be what you want

Walk into my great place, cozy

Forward to murdering you slowly,

When i'm low, she take me high

And actin like a sweety pie