This is a song about "Cup cake"

Pound cake, me and kid freestyle, peace out,

In the back seat and it's getting quite loud

I'm boasting, throwing ton of bucks; my flowing holds a double cup

He said you're better without him, i'm not the only fuck

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

Petey pop off, rip, free lou, been lootin’ money since like fourth grade

Same bitches used to play me though

Now you can't cake no moe

Feeling like he was living in a ditsy cup.. (ditsy cup..)

With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck

I'm tall, dark, skinny, my ears are big as fuck

Yellow diamonds iced up, purple drank white cup

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

She was a les 'til i went ahead and screwed her straight