This is a song about "Cake farts"

God damn i'm starvin' and i just ate

Maybe your lungs will make me a nice cake.

But they sold jello in the paint

But i've got the farts, well contained

Im going for the plate , because im trynna get this cake

She was a les 'til i went ahead and screwed her straight

Where every recipient, property of the state

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

But it not that hard when your sweet as a cake

Hold up, wait, these nikes don't got no date

She dealing with killa so you love her taste

But i've got the farts, well contained

Niggas flows like cake without the icing

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

I don't know what you heard about

Pound cake, me and kid freestyle, peace out,