This is a song about "Fucking cake yo"

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

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

Ah yo im fucking all them pussies

Cause there could never be peace

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

Cuz when the press get this verse, their sure to press rewind

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

Well, maybe not forever

A million home sellers couldn't find a realer state

My whole schedule is filled up/ time is cake

Pound cake, me and kid freestyle, peace out,

And tell me why would we just think about

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

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

On the day a hater treat a nigga like he fake

But it not that hard when your sweet as a cake