This is a song about "Pinkie pie"

Oh thats yo girl? last night that bitch i pie creamed.

Headed for doom, still consumed by the beast

One of the coldest, the gracing on that pole

As i ingest her tender little pie whole

Cuz they all broken, why do ghetto birds die

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

But if a nigga catch a nut bet he feel different

Serving disses like dishes pie yah im bout lay crust,

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.

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

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

The impact of our biggest pie bit, weakest priority,

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see