This is a song about "Pumpkin cake"

Uhh, can it be fatethat makes a sick muthafucka break

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

Supposed to get the cake at the mart

While she blame mesecrets in tha dark

Treble like the radio cause everything was fair play

In my basement and abuse a whore, "eat the cake #anna #mae",

I’m just saying they’re mad cause i don’t make much

I wipe cake from my eyes, gather up the courage

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

Why we call them hoes bitchesand maybe this might help you understand

Now you can't cake no moe

My ambition to blow

And if your patient you'll be the one taking the cake

Collection of freestyles that i just want to make

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

On these jealous ass coward cuz they evil and fake