This is a song about "Shepherds pie"

All i wanna do is have sex and eat pie

You just need to take me, i know you can fly

The impact of our biggest pie bit, weakest priority,

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

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

Doctors told me your mom had a deformation, but its ok dude, i may be rude,

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

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die

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

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

My music is like confetti rain when you win a race

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

Her redder header over a pie, bald

Dirty crack pipes lit, bullshit to stop, halt

Dreamin on a lullaby

And actin like a sweety pie