This is a song about "Pot pie"

My goal is going gold with out selling my soul

As i ingest her tender little pie whole

Sticky fingers from pot of honey

A happy home, that's my fantasy

This is american pie unrated,

Holla at ya boy young roy’s in the kill shit

My city, growl with me, hootie hoo'ing through the night sky

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

I gotta know if it's real or not

You really hated it when i smoked pot

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

Movin, eyelids low cause my bills too high

Off the top cr-ocker pot/

Let me see you walk