This is a song about "Fried cake"

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

Must be part of some big plan to keep a brotha in tha state

Now you can't cake no moe

But now the dough like kaiser bro

My brain work differently then others baby it is fried

With 80 racks in my pocket, nigga i go in all night

He got hit up that same night

To run and hide, now your pussies fried

My whole schedule is filled up/ time is cake

Fuck them bitches, ain't trying to get laid

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

The audience lovin’ him cuz most of them can relate

I wanna live my life and ball, make a couple million

I'm walkin' to the food trays to get some fried chicken,

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

Saying life's a piece of cake