This is a song about "Stroop waffle"

A fake personality i dressed

But i'm feelin' my dancei had one pill left

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Cutting the bull like me and the blade double teaming the ox

She was a les 'til i went ahead and screwed her straight

But it not that hard when your sweet as a cake

To come and change my life around

I got fake people, chomping down.

Now i'm self made; and i'm high paid

After the east and west bull shit escalate

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Rather beatin on the bitch

That'd be the day his label treat him like a signal fade

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