This is a song about "Big cakes"

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Little girl for a big boy,

Ho's, got a list, but i gotta pick

You missed that tearing muscles make you big

And my name too big, and my gang too big

So drop the slam and let's get sick

Same thing with this music

So damn crisp and so damn big

Niggas wanna know why i'm so nice

Dont be afraid of big companies

When i expose you like glitter and cakes

Straight geechi on her, came back with eighty chains

You hear that shawty, shh no more talking alright

More major than frajer cakes baked; man, they got the cons right