This is a song about "Krabby patty"

I grabbed the ak, my homie took the 12 gauge

And get to work on a new beats page

I start, to hyperventilate, i didnt get the cake.

Drink a fifth of hennessy and then take another fade

That outta get you horny

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I fucking hate this job

I get my cake; i love hip hop

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

This is just the first page in a series of books

Except for horny fat chicks, that's some shit, don't know 'bout all of that!

Pouring liquor for my niggas that was killed, send em back

But it not that hard when your sweet as a cake

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

You redundant, you never ever change

Well guess what i'm turning the page