This is a song about "Hi bt cake"

Until we learn to pray, keep our families in shake

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

Its as beautiful as a birthday cake

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

Saying life's a piece of cake

New york, va, dc, get paid

Never alone we 'bout to make the drums cry

Excuse me do you know me? hello hi

A pool full of spit, dive in, i'm bout to drool

Now u wanna fuck me...bt u haven't got that tool

My whole schedule is filled up/ time is cake

And we gonnna toast up for the niggas that hate

Ima keep that on the low

Now you can't cake no moe

Acting like it's good to be fake i eat you like cake

And i let her spend half the ticket, give or take