This is a song about "Cakes that assumes"

Generate lines hunter? fuck that!

Try to jack and i will attack

That's the window into the sky

I got that shit, that makes you high

Hella intelligent that

Snapple fact: you rather wack

On the, condition that

Can't win with a passive attack

Wonder if they take it all back

Here take this and eat that

Coppin them cakes and chop it but hey man

You ain’t content with tryin' to do your thang

Maine, bay, the burf baby i'mma book ya' flight

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

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

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