This is a song about "Hot cakes"

Coppin them cakes and chop it but hey man

So it's straight c4 from the thoughts i bring, bang

Or the fact when the money go up, it won’t stop

Ain't ever been shot, been living real hot

Get it hot in the pot

So i took another shot

Bein sensible, take the ladder and pick up the cakes

I like my friends imaginary with no names

Why they try to see my flow, but they know that's outta sight

More major than frajer cakes baked; man, they got the cons right

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop

Maybe this might actually make the night hot

My bitches are wet my bitches are hot

Forever hop cause it don't stop... on my block

I read about napoleon hill and try to know god

Tehn just forget about god, too busy being hot