This is a song about "Cake mix"

And add nightmares to the mix.

Lil prps like 3 digits

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

But i'm fuckin' hungry so every track i make's a meow mix.

Supposed to get the cake at the mart

Mr. underdog and this is not a bark

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Pound cake, me and kid freestyle, peace out,

I mix it with, six different liquors and

When it comes to beef it becomes a talent

I'm wale, the new nigga on the block

I get my cake; i love hip hop

We still ride though

Now you can't cake no moe

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

They say things are easy like baking a cake