This is a song about "Stroop waffle"

Acting like it's good to be fake i eat you like cake

Just ya picture though, you still taped in a lake

Word, absence will make the heart grow

Now you can't cake no moe

Saying life's a piece of cake

Of course they all hate

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

Nutty as a nut cake thinks he is goody two shoes

Then start again, don't have no muthafuckin' friends niggalook inside the heartz of men

But if i can't batter the women how the fuck am i supposed to bake them a cake then

But what we did was found our niche and made a stitch

If they don't understand wrap lips around my clit bitch

I get my cake; i love hip hop

And i don't make no bed rock

When i ask him for shit, i get no answer, so god is the cancer

Everybody wannna be on attach with flow bettler for the batter