This is a song about "Cakes that assumes"

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

And hold that trident that that nigga poseidon owns

Where the black girls get their weaves back

Hella intelligent that

What's that gap in that strap

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

So, they hate and they say

That reminds me of that day

When i expose you like glitter and cakes

I got geechi on her, came back with thirty chains

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

To get them niggas while they laid back

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

This my little brother on my mother's side, our father died

Know what i do: manufacturing crack

Generate lines hunter? fuck that!