This is a song about "Peach cobbler"

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and

He's acting like he knows poverty with that cake in his hand

She's your garden peach, you're her guard indeed, gonna charge, besiege

Yeah i know a city that's surrounded by a beautiful beach

My whole schedule is filled up/ time is cake

They fasting they won't leave me ate

They say things are easy like baking a cake

That girl’s an alien and if i die before i wake

I wipe cake from my eyes, gather up the courage

To understand that the fucking faggot didn't like me much

Bout to put the icing on the cake it's

She likes the way it hits her lips

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

Niggas flows like cake without the icing

Creating rhymes i'm a blacksmith,

As often, i do this