This is a song about "Pumpkin pie"

See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry

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

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

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

And actin like a sweety pie

Now we making up like a bullshit lie

Forreal, i got a pole in the basement

Serving disses like dishes pie yah im bout lay crust,

All i wanna do is have sex and eat pie

So let me tell you about this guy

Im huntin, smash that pussy pumpkin

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

Meetin' fuckin' hoes on the road, it's takin its toll

As i ingest her tender little pie whole