This is a song about "Pound cake"

That's how i got the weed spot

I get my cake; i love hip hop

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

Collection of freestyles that i just want to make

And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade

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

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

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

I'm takin' notes, havana flow, i'm feelin' special

Onyx and tha dogg pound, always poppin' metal,

Smoking loud, blowing down when the law ain't around

Either sit back and get slapped around, or clap the pound

Pound cake, me and kid freestyle, peace out,

Put a g spot on a 8 cloud

Im a champ i go pound for pound, cause i settled in the south,

And the blouses of these bitches always end up in my house