This is a song about "Pound cake"

I lay my raps down pound for pound on this

Picture that, best rapper since lil wayne in classes

I fucking hate this job

I get my cake; i love hip hop

Acting like it's good to be fake i eat you like cake

Let em marinate, you forever late

Pound cake, me and kid freestyle, peace out,

Never lookin for a handout

It's a man's worldbut real women make tha shit go around

They put my name on fuckin platinum, gold is pound for pound.

'pound it into yo head, you won't last!

Made it out naija with nothing in the bank

Battle pound for pound and diminish the rest

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

Of twelve shot pound nigga po via pia

You had a new clear heart. guess i was hiroshima