This is a song about "Pizza pie cafe"

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die

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

You know me, cool breeze, a nigga high

And actin like a sweety pie

Bitch screaming i want this cream-pie tease,

You pussies ain't shit but venereal disease

Physical making life miserable keep smoking until dragons and tattooed

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

Come over here, he's blastin' rap music, eatin' pizza,

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

Cannibal who's munchin on you're legs, like some jet's pizza

White and black bitch like she's a mothafucking zebra

Talk much shit cause i never had shiti could remember being whupped in class

Leaving your cranium split in half, like pie but this is a rhyme not a graph,

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

Cuz they all broken, why do ghetto birds die