This is a song about "Cakes that assumes"

Everyone assumes i hook up with a whole bunch of preteens,

Lyrically or physically, step to me, you rest in peace

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

Straight geechi on her, came back with eighty chains

That shit that you be spittin son, you never should've wrote that

Red beam on it like kano back, high price for the volcano rap

Can't win with a passive attack

Generate lines hunter? fuck that!

In the house, holla back

On the, condition that

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

Im that killer that hunts and stunts

Never again will i stoop that

I don't know why i'm even on this track

Stepping out fly shit, straight purple cloud shit

That i forgot,that i needed