This is a song about "Patty cake"

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

Bout to put the icing on the cake it's

Supposed to get the cake at the mart

A working genius, a work of art

Its as beautiful as a birthday cake

Most bitches, niggas gone me real or fake

I get my cake; i love hip hop

The pain don't stop, but my reign don't stop

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

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

And even though we seperated, you said that you'd wait

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

Them haters wishing they could see my demise

Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice

I wipe cake from my eyes, gather up the courage

And if that means that i'm askin for too much