This is a song about "Fucking cake yo"

She tell me i got that flame, your rhymes are so deep

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

Harlem shake? nah, i'm in harlem shaking awake

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

I caught a felony loving the way the guns blow

//represent for real, fucking start it, let's go, yo.....

To the god you praise, i'm about detonate, satisfy and educate

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

You fucking bitch wha ya say man yo in to explain pain

And i make music for the fuck of it, no fame

Dropped out of school never made it to the 12th grade

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

Been running around trying find a job

I get my cake; i love hip hop

But it not that hard when your sweet as a cake

You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate