This is a song about "Pecan pie"

Leaving your cranium split in half, like pie but this is a rhyme not a graph,

I need me an engine that go real fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul ass

She tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

And actin like a sweety pie

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

Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die

Her redder header over a pie, bald

Nigga cue me in i'm a peruvian drug lord

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

Luchador like i been masked but still remain fly

Physical making life miserable keep smoking until dragons and tattooed

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

My teacher said impossible but i’ma fucking try

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