This is a song about "Dylan s birthday cake"

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

Oh i gotta face the day

He died on my 16 birthday,

And i don't make no bed rock

I get my cake; i love hip hop

And if your patient you'll be the one taking the cake

Collection of freestyles that i just want to make

If i die before i wake

Saying life's a piece of cake

Chasing your dreams instead of chasing a niggas paper

At my homegirls birthday party, little did i know later

Mostly cause niggas hate you, tryin to fill up your plate

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

But it not that hard when your sweet as a cake

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate