This is a song about "Pie biscuits"

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

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

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,

Hopefully my dick don't shrivel up, when it's time to bust

Bitch screaming i want this cream-pie tease,

I'm screamin' out fuck the police

I can change the whole game if a nigga bored

Her redder header over a pie, bald

Drinks in the airrrrrrr let-let-let-let it fly

And actin like a sweety pie

As i ingest her tender little pie whole

I dont see a touchdown, arms up field goal