This is a song about "Fucking cake yo"

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

Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Yo.....don't be a fucking error

Im going for the plate , because im trynna get this cake

No days off is time gone, trying to get my paper straight

I'm dreaming to be great

Saying life's a piece of cake

But it not that hard when your sweet as a cake

And we gonnna toast up for the niggas that hate

My whole schedule is filled up/ time is cake

We got young people's lives at stake

Pound cake, me and kid freestyle, peace out,

After your hoes leave the jets' hangout

Today is not yo day, call in my parade for fucking you up like a renegade

Im quiet but dont make no mistakes, fuck with me, ill stick you with this blade.