This is a song about "Shepherds pie"

Love the game though this is coming from a different place

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

Bitch screaming i want this cream-pie tease,

Rideright back to the movies

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

I need me an engine that go real fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul ass

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

Have a toast for tha homiessee we both gotta die

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.

And actin like a sweety pie

That got your mother high

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

I swear the pen right across from hell, i can't cry