This is a song about "Cake"

Say i’m destined for fame, well i am very afraid

Crazy on shake, paintin' the cake like jay-z and drake,

That'd be the day his label treat him like a signal fade

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

They ain't authentic, tell them i don’t even relate

They say things are easy like baking a cake

Go ahead admit it faggot, this shit is tighter than butt rape

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

Now you can't cake no moe

We magnetizing the ghetto

Ballin, folarin so goddamn hard

Supposed to get the cake at the mart

Never lookin for a handout

Pound cake, me and kid freestyle, peace out,

Maybe your lungs will make me a nice cake.

You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate