This is a song about "Delicious cake"

I got six clips to the fuckin' duct tape

Maybe your lungs will make me a nice cake.

I prefer your applause without a handout

Pound cake, me and kid freestyle, peace out,

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

In these new lebron viiis, you are just a witness

A hunger for murder that shits delicious

Yo bitch be actin religious, she think she delicious

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

Bout to put the icing on the cake it's

Good rhythm, bad women and better lyrics

The audience lovin’ him cuz most of them can relate

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

This story is fictitious and delicious.

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love