This is a song about "Cake"

And i was getting whipped at home in sixth grade

My whole schedule is filled up/ time is cake

Like a fiend off the best rock

I get my cake; i love hip hop

I got six clips to the fuckin' duct tape

They say things are easy like baking a cake

Two dyke jawns but tonight they straight

Saying life's a piece of cake

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

She was a les 'til i went ahead and screwed her straight

Bout to put the icing on the cake it's

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

Im washin off another plate

Maybe your lungs will make me a nice cake.

Take yo' chick, with no complaints, she say my shit oh so great

From miami to l.a. back to manhatten where the big cake