This is a song about "Apples and cake"

So that's 2 mistakes 1 big headache and 1 sorry mom cake to bake

Kill you, shoot the funeral up and harlem shake at your wake

The proverbial lemonade that i made

But it not that hard when your sweet as a cake

I get my cake; i love hip hop

That means i have no block

Whats the reason man, bad apples spoiled this mango plant

Made it out naija with nothing in the bank

Your bitch only like you cause she thinks you getting paid

From miami to l.a. back to manhatten where the big cake

As i pack my bags and head to mesa / where we getting our cake up/

This high powered cell at the county jailpunk judge got a grudge, can't post no bail, what

Easy as cake you are fake and hissing like a snake

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

Try to hire protection, it's a piece o' cake.

I'd hate to see the seeds she created, and so we wait