This is a song about "Bitches and hot cakes"

When i expose you like glitter and cakes

I don't do dishes but i throw away your plates

Looking for dangerously hot nigga's and safe sex

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

Third ward general, young cash money

Of bad bitches and good tree

I'm falling from god and it's hot

So i took another shot

Fuck-nigga-ass hypebeast niggas, now back to the album

I'm hungry for the cakes and everybody want some

By selling drugs and pissin hot and gettin high

My city, growl with me, hootie hoo'ing through the night sky

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

I'm hot, and ready you better be sweaty,