This is a song about "Dylan s birthday cake"

Supposed to get the cake at the mart

Hope all over again, we can start

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

I put this j in your face get a whiff of this michael

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

Get the heat ready then i give them that flame

I get my cake; i love hip hop

We popping bottles, it don't stop

Smoking haze all over town like it's allowed

Pound cake, me and kid freestyle, peace out,

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

And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid

They say things are easy like baking a cake

I'd hate to see the seeds she created, and so we wait

But it not that hard when your sweet as a cake

Success is what i work for, and when them dudes hate