This is a song about "Cup cake"

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

Saying life's a piece of cake

I wouldn't fuck another girl out of the club

Just a sad little man tryin to fill a giant's cup

After your hoes leave the jets' hangout

Pound cake, me and kid freestyle, peace out,

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

Your toes and your thighs shakingi eat it upshe said i'm ready to fuck

Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck

Flashed the bartender, then stuck my dick in her tip cup

High as fuck, no vinny chase, i just need my henny straight

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

And i'm strollin' down south like good luck chuck

You couldn't carry a rhyme if i gave you a cup

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

Acting like it's good to be fake i eat you like cake