This is a song about "Hoes and cake"

Pound cake, me and kid freestyle, peace out,

Fuck what y’all talkin’ about

Big homie hov said i am close

Im killing niggahz and they hoes

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

I'm spittin hungry like ain't shit up on my dinner plate

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

Took me a while just to write those

Money's on my mind, break the bank, now the clothes and hoes,

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

I bestow blows that freeze foes and sweep hoes.

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

You feel it from your head to your toes

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

Most niggas love nothin' so i made this tape

Crazy on shake, paintin' the cake like jay-z and drake,