This is a song about "Pie"

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

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

Serving disses like dishes pie yah im bout lay crust,

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

Nigga cue me in i'm a peruvian drug lord

Her redder header over a pie, bald

I'mma sign that work and release that

This is american pie unrated,

But i didn't cross the line until the bridge hit it, troll

As i ingest her tender little pie whole

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

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

The impact of our biggest pie bit, weakest priority,

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

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

You can pick apart my raps, i ain’t told ya na’ lie