This is a song about "Cake farts"

But, shorty i'm far from a saint

But i've got the farts, well contained

I start, to hyperventilate, i didnt get the cake.

I'm spittin hungry like ain't shit up on my dinner plate

Bang! bang! came from that movie ring

Niggas flows like cake without the icing

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

Until we learn to pray, keep our families in shake

Acting like it's good to be fake i eat you like cake

Uhh, can it be fatethat makes a sick muthafucka break

Harlem shake? nah, i'm in harlem shaking awake

Try to hire protection, it's a piece o' cake.

She dealing with killa so you love her taste

But i've got the farts, well contained

But it not that hard when your sweet as a cake

I'd hate to see the seeds she created, and so we wait