This is a song about "Delicious cake"

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

Yo bitch be actin religious, she think she delicious

They ain't authentic, tell them i don’t even relate

They say things are easy like baking a cake

Just searching for the perfect shot

I get my cake; i love hip hop

But drove me into ditches, i was suspicious, when i ate you out it was too delicious,

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush

And i could see you coming home after work late

Easy as cake you are fake and hissing like a snake

Abroad flying and bar buying from broad writing

Niggas flows like cake without the icing

Black women hold it down shawty, it's all love

This story is fictitious and delicious.

Supposed to get the cake at the mart

Ballin, folarin so goddamn hard