This is a song about "Cakes that ass"

But for that, i gotta bust my ass no more charades.

And i don't take these bitches out, i make pajama dates

I got geechi on her, came back with thirty chains

Bein sensible, take the ladder and pick up the cakes

Haha that hoe got ya ass whipped.

I'm like a crack addict

Let that ass perk, go berserk,

Mixed cocktails, shaken not stirred

Let that ass perk, go berserk,

Pink drank on, sprite work

Or getting attacked by a man that scarred your ass

Ff-fuck outta here, thats how they gettin gas

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track

Damn, you rap shit, crying gangsters, the type of ass that

More major than frajer cakes baked; man, they got the cons right

It's a pimp in my ride, no need to pimp the ride