This is a song about "Fudge cake"

Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice

Becoming someone you don't recognize

Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool

Eating all da fudge like da fat kid in school

Like damn mama the reason i work hard

Supposed to get the cake at the mart

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

Rolling a double rhouse full of happiness, weed and drank

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

Kill you, shoot the funeral up and harlem shake at your wake

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

Niggas flows like cake without the icing

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

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

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

Bout to put the icing on the cake it's