This is a song about "Pinkie cream pie"

As: i know just what you mean

But... what's oreo without the cream?

If i don’t make it, then somebody tell my son screen

I'm a fucking kid acting like the world to me is cream

Y'all wonder 'bout the money, man we got plenty cream,

I’m lost without them, when they around i am charles sheen

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

K o d, m i a, twenty racks, let it fly

So we're plottin up a scheme to get the seven figure cream

So you don't got to wonder what i got up on my team

And actin like a sweety pie

I bet you've never seen a pig fly

Well maybe just that one motive, you know about cream

They wait on my return, i am az-zahir hakim

Tryin'a keep up with my mind, and you wonder why

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