This is a song about "Cup cake"

Open wide, and open up, knock that pussy out like last cup

Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut

So i ain't giving a fuck

Lots of drugs and boos in his cup

Kill you, shoot the funeral up and harlem shake at your wake

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

Deliver the bomb shit from the east to west

Staighten out have a cup of cement

With some weed and a cup

What, what ... project shit what

Never acting reckless, with a drink in my cup

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

Where every recipient, property of the state

From miami to l.a. back to manhatten where the big cake

I'm laughing; you couldn't wait to escape

Maybe your lungs will make me a nice cake.