This is a song about "Cakes that ass"

Cause mr.clean'll bust that ass and leave that juicy open.

I'm finna break this blunt down and burn me up one

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

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

Coppin them cakes and chop it but hey man

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bang

Me and my nigga wale let them suckas pass

Than have to deal with that miley cyrus virus ass

I ain't really into sports, that's just where i'm from

I'm hungry for the cakes and everybody want some

Or getting attacked by a man that scarred your ass

'09 gold diggers, walkin with a different path

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace

You thought that i was done with completely being an ass? please

A is for assholes assisting ass clowns, true that

Thats the end of my speech, i'm a need you to clap