This is a song about "Crab cake"

Im going for the plate , because im trynna get this cake

Hey lil momma, what's your name, i'm wale but they call me great

Its as beautiful as a birthday cake

They say them colors must be fake

Mc's all over the place here talking cake eaters

Newest of sneakers, you consuming the bleachers

My ambitious girl, i won't forget you

Eatin' crab out in malibu with no boo

She got something i never had

They said man just quit this crab

I get my cake; i love hip hop

I spit it like a loaded nine, pop

Killa i roller cheese blazed, high as fuck and feelin' great

I start, to hyperventilate, i didnt get the cake.

Most niggas love nothin' so i made this tape

But it not that hard when your sweet as a cake