This is a song about "Fucking cake yo"

Check the fucking facts yo

Yeah, i got philippe chow flow

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Like, "yo why are your raps so fucking sloppy"

But behind your back she fucking every nigga on yo recent list

So the right to have these women, i'm entitled to their interest

She was a les 'til i went ahead and screwed her straight

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

I'm laughing; you couldn't wait to escape

Maybe your lungs will make me a nice cake.

Hoping i could learn a bit 'bout how to give and take

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

Lets be real/ lets be real/ tell me whats on yo fucking mind

Been trying to put it down long after i was signed

And you just wanna tell her everything she might need

Take you to your fucking grave along with yo whole tiny street