This is a song about "Strawberry pie"

To clear my head i'm feelin low, losin control

As i ingest her tender little pie whole

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.

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,

The impact of our biggest pie bit, weakest priority,

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

True to the gamei claim outlaw riderswe give a fuck what they try

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

And actin like a sweety pie

She tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

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

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