This is a song about "Pie and pi"

If you don't give a fuck, put your hands up high

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

This is american pie unrated,

She's tryna fall back, cuz she say i'm all that

Bomaye, killa cam, my lord

Her redder header over a pie, bald

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

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

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

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

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Slice and slash, bite and gnash, bite and mash, fight and smash,

And there's wet pussy on my face shake that ass

But got comma’s in my statement

Grab the scissors and saws and