This is a song about "Cake farts"

Niggas flows like cake without the icing

Straight g thing, double m g thing

Its as beautiful as a birthday cake

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

I get my cake; i love hip hop

When i'm on it, on it like my job

We will never die, we are forever alive

Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice

Supposed to get the cake at the mart

Hoes pop from the corda to hope park

But i've got all the farts, well contained

Ima lay it down and have myself a taste

Just ya picture though, you still taped in a lake

And if your patient you'll be the one taking the cake

On these jealous ass coward cuz they evil and fake

But it not that hard when your sweet as a cake