This is a song about "Pie"

Manahattan and 40/40, no 40’s but rose poured

Her redder header over a pie, bald

Serving disses like dishes pie yah im bout lay crust,

And you nervous cause ya ass probably feel different

Y’all niggas don’t worry me at least a bit

This is american pie unrated,

One of the coldest, the gracing on that pole

As i ingest her tender little pie whole

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

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace

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

Die motherfuckin die, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why