This is a song about "Cake farts"

Until we learn to pray, keep our families in shake

But it not that hard when your sweet as a cake

But i've got all the farts, well contained

Ima lay it down and have myself a taste

You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate

They say things are easy like baking a cake

On these jealous ass coward cuz they evil and fake

From miami to l.a. back to manhatten where the big cake

Pound cake, me and kid freestyle, peace out,

Put a g spot on a 8 cloud

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

But i've got all the farts, well contained

A 45 trey deuce spade sprayed, you stayed

But it not that hard when your sweet as a cake

But i've got the farts, well contained

Cause i’m going out with a fist raised