This is a song about "Pot pie"

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

You can pick apart my raps, i ain’t told ya na’ lie

I think i'll take her home and smoke some pot

The clientele buy and sell like a pawn shop

Weighin 165 and these tricks should die

And actin like a sweety pie

Hardly parted or separated, we stayed faded

This is american pie unrated,

For a little pot/ they got me a pot to piss in

Women'll sell they soul just to buy some attention

Dont stop uh, roses in the pot

I diddy bop and make them titties pop

Vroom vroom, keep the motor running girl, you know it don't stop

Snap crackle pop your lyrics i tossed into the boiling pot,

The pain don't stop, but my reign don't stop

Spitting randomly high on pot