This is a song about "Cakes that ass"

Then sent his ass to iraq, but unlike osama, his ass was the one that got smashed in,

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

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

And we done shed so many tearslost many peers no memories

All that counts is that head up your ass,

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

Coppin them cakes and chop it but hey man

I got twelve hundred kicks, them straight from japan

Take that cutlass an shove it up yo ass,

A wise nigga told me don’t chase that cash

Last straw, fuck that, i'm who broke the camel's back

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

I got geechi on her, came back with thirty chains

Rap game mr. kipling with the way i bake cakes,/

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

We ain't having ittime to tear this shit back, ghetto children kick back