This is a song about "Cake or death"

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

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

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

Niggas flows like cake without the icing

Pound cake, me and kid freestyle, peace out,

Is dc in the house, without a doubt

Fuck you cop, you can nibble my cock

I get my cake; i love hip hop

Who’s iller, i’ll wait

Saying life's a piece of cake

I've been misled, yet, no matter how much death, dread or regret,

Not mine, i'm with wale, i'm just a tourist on the set

I put it to your mug, and it ain’t gonna wait

But it not that hard when your sweet as a cake

You have a decision, life or death... choose

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth