This is a song about "Peach cobbler"

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

Hot like a cajun dish not like you lame ass pricks cuz you spit bars

Like a marker on carpet, you know that shit won't ever be the same.

I done lost too many homies to this motherfuckin' game

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

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

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

Physical making life miserable keep smoking until dragons and tattooed

These haters hope i hurry up and die

All i wanna do is have sex and eat pie

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

Carcasses in carpet and drag em off to the market and sell em for charges

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

Have a toast for tha homiessee we both gotta die

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

Sick enough to hawk vomit, on every inch of carpet