This is a song about "Vanilla cake"

I mean that from the bottom of my heart

Supposed to get the cake at the mart

Take some real advice and form a group with vanilla ice

Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice

They call it chocolate vanilla

Your gonna be on top nigga

Than vanilla ice if he saw a spider/

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Our vision never changed, we self made

Maybe your lungs will make me a nice cake.

I´m a legend, a bigger dick in a vanilla wrapper bitch.

Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message

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

I'm spittin hungry like ain't shit up on my dinner plate

But it not that hard when your sweet as a cake

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