This is a song about "Pumpkin pie"

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

All i wanna do is sit back and watch you move and i'll proceed to throw this cash

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

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

A lime to a lemon, remind you of the sky

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

And actin like a sweety pie

Drinks in the airrrrrrr let-let-let-let it fly

Revelations say you either fry or fly

All i wanna do is have sex and eat pie

I did a little stint, shout out to the south east

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

Im huntin, smash that pussy pumpkin

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

The impact of our biggest pie bit, weakest priority,