This is a song about "Peach cobbler"

That you looking like an angel-sent from the heavens, god bless your every angle

Ill tie yo little ass to the pool table and shoot the cube ball to yo adams apple

Doctors told me your mom had a deformation, but its ok dude, i may be rude,

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

Her redder header over a pie, bald

If you thought it, it better be what you want

Pick my enemies out the crowd, and motherfucker's die

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

One more thing, i hope you understand your impact on our race

Resorted to the former, got clowned like a pie in the face

Fix a dish of rapper's dicks, most of y'all are gimmicks,

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

About how i'm an asshole and i don't rap about relevant issues,

That's the message injected into the fruit they bite into, it's in their apple juice

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

The impact of our biggest pie bit, weakest priority,