This is a song about "Sweetie pie"

While i’m somewhere in the back, getting blowed like a blunt

Serving disses like dishes pie yah im bout lay crust,

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.

Keep your eyes open, i can only say i'll try

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

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

I know ya just after my cheddar sweetie

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

Talk much shit cause i never had shiti could remember being whupped in class

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

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

Physical making life miserable keep smoking until dragons and tattooed

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

So the devil that drove in her got in control

As i ingest her tender little pie whole