This is a song about "Cake farts"

I'm using my tooth bait to get that bitches teeth paste

But i've got all the farts, well contained

But i've got the farts, well contained

Ima lay it down and have myself a taste

But, shorty i'm far from a saint

But i've got all the farts, well contained

Its as beautiful as a birthday cake

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

In pajamas i snuck out to watch santa

I poop so hard my face farts to the

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

My whole schedule is filled up/ time is cake

Maybe your lungs will make me a nice cake.

Wasn’t bustin’ jimmy, i’d be busy gettin’ paid

Pound cake, me and kid freestyle, peace out,

Is dc in the house, without a doubt