This is a song about "Cakes that ass"

This hype ass media sayin you gotta be this or do that

See girl you are stronger then the strongest drug i ever had

That fat ass looks juicy and round

No reason to be around

Ex-boyfriend was wack, she had enough of all that

Pattying cakes with her son and he looks like he's glad

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

I don't do dishes but i throw away your plates

If it's wet enough i might just need a wine glass

Take that cutlass an shove it up yo ass,

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

And if the sky fall tonight, we all be alright

30 chains on, bet the light work

Let that ass perk, go berserk,

Chill ass song, bring all that heat

I said i got my ass beat