This is a song about "Shepherd s pie"

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

S queezys very bold

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

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

Tears that our fore fathers cry

And actin like a sweety pie

I told her all about how we been living a lie

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

The best is that which i accept and nothing less

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Enforce, i'm elegant and

She said it really dont matter if its real though

Deathly desperado, "never rest"s the motto,