This is a song about "Pie die belief grief achieve believe field yield flies fries niece greec"

More clearer than the crystal sky, blue as the beast

Polarizing outcomes sensations yield

He proclaims to others with grief

L o u d air i breathe

And actin like a sweety pie

I like big butts and i cannot lie

If you wanna achieve

I give bitches dick and leave

Cry, die, tie, then sigh from relief from bottling up too much grief ever since

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

Let the grief itself die.

And in fact i can’t deny

But i'll thank him for his donation giving me my niece,

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze