This is a song about "Flip cake"

February cold as my heart

Supposed to get the cake at the mart

Yeah i'm a shit-stirrer, bitch, and i'm ready to flip

Never been to the moon this reefer will help you visit

We'd have you fallin' and now you scrapin' from that kemba shake

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

Don't believe me? then watch me empty out a full clip

And fumble every new leaf that you try to flip

Cause by then it's just too late, there's so much we can take

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

Hi my name is bob and i work at my job

Your like a tourist with one flip flop

Flip it for profit, flowin hip hop bitch

Ain't nobody checking for your garbage

Pound cake, me and kid freestyle, peace out,

I prefer your applause without a handout