This is a song about "Pumpkin pie"

Never alone we 'bout to make the drums cry

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

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.

Talk much shit cause i never had shiti could remember being whupped in class

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

Im huntin, smash that pussy pumpkin

My talent should take me places i've never been

Bitch screaming i want this cream-pie tease,

... club, we'll be actin' real nice

And actin like a sweety pie

They gon tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

Mc'ing ain't dead, but the scenery is different

Serving disses like dishes pie yah im bout lay crust,