This is a song about "Pot pie"

Do pot, now i'm birthing berserk,

Yeah you know i got that work

You know me, cool breeze, a nigga high

And actin like a sweety pie

Sniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

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

Dressin' down like a villian', but only on the block

Im just a goofy poofy white kid who enjoys smoking pot

And sins we got

Off the top cr-ocker pot/

Real nigga, pardon whoever feel different

Serving disses like dishes pie yah im bout lay crust,

Java whatever i'm boiling in your pot.

So take the stage just show me what you got