This is a song about "Pound cake"

Greedy niggas wouldn’t let me in the cafeteria

Of twelve shot pound nigga po via pia

Its no days off, although i'm bored to work

That hit heights like junkies who pound herb.

Pound for pound it could be worse

I still got haters

Left my uncle in prison for 15 years no one paid

But it not that hard when your sweet as a cake

I lay my raps down pound for pound on this

No girlfriends, i know a lot of bitches

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

They ain't authentic, tell them i don’t even relate

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

And me and them rappers we don’t share no common ground

Now you can't cake no moe

This shit ain't nothing new though