This is a song about "Fudge cake"

In my basement and abuse a whore, "eat the cake #anna #mae",

Now them silly bitches calling me like everyday

Penthouse on collins, money long as ocean drive

Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice

Word~! don't nobody talk no more they all text message

I wipe cake from my eyes, gather up the courage

Petey pop off, rip, free lou, been lootin’ money since like fourth grade

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

Drink a fifth of hennessy and then take another fade

[ding ding] oh hi there maid what have you got for me today? no cake?

He's acting like he knows poverty with that cake in his hand

Told the fucking faculty that he was at a meeting and

Put it on everything, history i'mma make

But it not that hard when your sweet as a cake

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

It's way too lateand if i got to die young then it's just my fate