This is a song about "Sweetie pie"

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

Maybe a peaceful night, baby don't cry

So you she would hide cause she thought of me as a typical guy

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

Serving disses like dishes pie yah im bout lay crust,

Niggas get down for the moment, they ain't for movement

And actin like a sweety pie

Busting off, tryna touch the sky

More clearer than the crystal sky, blue as the beast

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

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

The impact of our biggest pie bit, weakest priority,

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