This is a song about "Cake mix"

Upon other limbs it's looking like a bag of chex mix

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

Put it on everything, history i'mma make

They say things are easy like baking a cake

Smoking haze all over town like it's allowed

Pound cake, me and kid freestyle, peace out,

Ha, in your loophole though

Now you can't cake no moe

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

And for the time being lets me in love with the moment

I mix it with, six different liquors and

Gimme a stage and a mic and a mix

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Just speak kcb again then you'll see a mix

And now your best friend's having kids