This is a song about "Pound cake"

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

And i let her spend half the ticket, give or take

Could head home, i got pussy to pound

No reason to be around

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

I got a thousand bitches, i'm not too good with vows

I'm wale, the new nigga on the block

I get my cake; i love hip hop

Its as beautiful as a birthday cake

Those are not my dreams, i'll be straight

Walking on the ground

Us two we smoke a pound

Supposed to get the cake at the mart

February cold as my heart