This is a song about "Sweetie pie"

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

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

This is american pie unrated,

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

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

Seen drive-bys takin' lives, little kids die

And you would think that i’m european, my tribe different

Serving disses like dishes pie yah im bout lay crust,

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

Physical making life miserable keep smoking until dragons and tattooed

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

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

More clearer than the crystal sky, blue as the beast

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

Give me a sign, tell me how you wanna roll

As i ingest her tender little pie whole