This is a song about "Cake mix"

Pound cake, me and kid freestyle, peace out,

Y'all be in love, like the howard crowd

You must mix that with dank

Fighting with my weak hand

Uh, yeah, hot damn, here we go again

I'm a mix, i'm all the same.

Spit fishscale mix it up in rental homes

Top story, tiger woods be fucking all these white hoes

Supposed to get the cake at the mart

February cold as my heart

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

There's no answer for it, these rhetorical lyrics

To see me and my chicks in dkny kicks

Just speak kcb again then you'll see a mix

And i was getting whipped at home in sixth grade

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