This is a song about "Pumpkin pie"

The impact of our biggest pie bit, weakest priority,

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

Tryin'a keep up with my mind, and you wonder why

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

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

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

Basketball is my favorite sport

Her redder header over a pie, bald

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

Never alone we 'bout to make the drums cry

Have a toast for tha homiessee we both gotta die

All i wanna do is have sex and eat pie

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.

And actin like a sweety pie

Never meant to make your daughter to cry