This is a song about "Shepherds pie"

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,

My city, growl with me, hootie hoo'ing through the night sky

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

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

Headed for doom, still consumed by the beast

You know me, cool breeze, a nigga high

And actin like a sweety pie

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

The impact of our biggest pie bit, weakest priority,

Got tired of running from the police

Bitch screaming i want this cream-pie tease,

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.

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

I told her all about how we been living a lie