This is a song about "Peach cobbler"

Bitch screaming i want this cream-pie tease,

And if we don't we'll have a race of babies

We ain't doing armani, this is hermes fly

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

Got the blacksmith cutting me some axes,

Gotta be something for me write this

Yeah i know a city that's surrounded by a beautiful beach

She's your garden peach, you're her guard indeed, gonna charge, besiege

Letter to the ghetto, hold your head high

All i wanna do is have sex and eat pie

Oh thats yo girl? last night that bitch i pie creamed.

Headed for doom, still consumed by the beast

Them other niggas smoke, they ain't this high

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