This is a song about "Apples and cake"

That means i have no block

I get my cake; i love hip hop

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

She say she want a diamond, lisa raye welcome to the player's club

Most bitches, niggas gone me real or fake

My whole schedule is filled up/ time is cake

Pound cake, me and kid freestyle, peace out,

Y'all be in love, like the howard crowd

We ain't come for peace, you can bend your knees and pray all day

In my basement and abuse a whore, "eat the cake #anna #mae",

Acting like it's good to be fake i eat you like cake

Drink a fifth of hennessy and then take another fade

Just ya picture though, you still taped in a lake

Crazy on shake, paintin' the cake like jay-z and drake,

Whats the reason man, bad apples spoiled this mango plant

Told the fucking faculty that he was at a meeting and