This is a song about "The cake is a lie"

But i'm miles away, i pound the cake, you can't rap cause you have a bellyache,

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

Just in case a nigga never see that thrill again

How the fuck am i supposed to bake them a cake then?

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

How the fuck am i supposed to bake them a cake then?

Seduce the girl, now that's a fucking lie,

Letter to the ghetto, hold your head high

Cuz they all broken, why do ghetto birds die

Deciding what's right what's wrong, what's the truth what's a lie,

Damn is your mattress dry

The devil is a lie

I don't get a reply, guess religion is a lie

How high? nigga, higher than the kites they fly