This is a song about "I like cake"

A few niggas talk but they do without knowledge

I wipe cake from my eyes, gather up the courage

Uhh, can it be fatethat makes a sick muthafucka break

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

Low income no bills getting paid

My whole schedule is filled up/ time is cake

Supposed to get the cake at the mart

Yeah, see, breaking up is hard

I’m letting all my niggas grab a plate

Its as beautiful as a birthday cake

And that was when i was in the eighth grade

But it not that hard when your sweet as a cake

As i pack my bags and head to mesa / where we getting our cake up/

And as the years pass by, you can show them foolsbut you ain't trying to hear me cause your stuck

When i ask him for shit, i get no answer, so god is the cancer

My lyrics are so clever, i still have you beaten like cake batter,