This is a song about "Pumpkin cake"

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

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

Word~! don't nobody talk no more they all text message

I wipe cake from my eyes, gather up the courage

But now it's back to the lab 45 messages right after you land

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

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

But it not that hard when your sweet as a cake

Haha, i like my short cake shorter

With no garden i know hoes that pump water

If you can make it through the night there's a brighter day

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

Most bitches, niggas call gone real or fake

But it not that hard when your sweet as a cake

My whole schedule is filled up/ time is cake

Fuck them bitches, ain't trying to get laid