This is a song about "Pie"

As i ingest her tender little pie whole

So the devil that drove in her got in control

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

Now everybody put your hands up high

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

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

All i wanna do is have sex and eat pie

We ain't doing armani, this is hermes fly

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

See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry

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

Did you fix me up, i'm your number 1 fiend

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

And actin like a sweety pie

So let me tell you about this guy