This is a song about "Jaffa cake"

I coulda sworn that budweiser can read fruit punch

I wipe cake from my eyes, gather up the courage

Looked to the heavens and asked him to make a better way

In my basement and abuse a whore, "eat the cake #anna #mae",

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

[ding ding] oh hi there maid what have you got for me today? no cake?

Easy as cake you are fake and hissing like a snake

The audience lovin’ him cuz most of them can relate

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

But it not that hard when your sweet as a cake

Go ahead admit it faggot, this shit is tighter than butt rape

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

A 45 trey deuce spade sprayed, you stayed

Maybe your lungs will make me a nice cake.

Of better days when you ain't have to settle for whatever played

Im going for the plate , because im trynna get this cake