This is a song about "Pumpkin pie"

The impact of our biggest pie bit, weakest priority,

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

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

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

My teacher said impossible but i’ma fucking try

Never alone we 'bout to make the drums cry

All i wanna do is have sex and eat pie

A cold beast, nigga i'm the shit

This is american pie unrated,

Headed for doom, still consumed by the beast

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

Bitch screaming i want this cream-pie tease,

And if we don't we'll have a race of babies

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

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