This is a song about "Quwerty pie"

Can't land little roller, i be keeping the fly

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

Them other niggas smoke, they ain't this high

All i wanna do is have sex and eat pie

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

Working out 9 to 5 keeping them babies fly

Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die

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

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

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

Serving disses like dishes pie yah im bout lay crust,

And you nervous cause ya ass probably feel different

Resorted to the former, got clowned like a pie in the face

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace

Physical making life miserable keep smoking until dragons and tattooed

And you wonder why you,can never seem to get a piece of the american pie dude