This is a song about "Pie"

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

Don’t know which one i’ma drive, fuck it, i’m just gone fly

Bomaye, killa cam, my lord

Her redder header over a pie, bald

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

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

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

I’m a sinner, jesus christ, please forgive me for my ways

Doctors told me your mom had a deformation, but its ok dude, i may be rude,

And you wonder why you,can never seem to get a piece of the american pie dude

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

Serving disses like dishes pie yah im bout lay crust,

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

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

Can't land little roller, i be keeping the fly