This is a song about "Waffle cake"

Try to hire protection, it's a piece o' cake.

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

Bout to put the icing on the cake it's

You can hear it in my lyrics

Pound cake, me and kid freestyle, peace out,

Baby heading down a cloud

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

They say things are easy like baking a cake

I get my cake; i love hip hop

That's how i got the weed spot

Killa i roller cheese blazed, high as fuck and feelin' great

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

Niggas flows like cake without the icing

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

You gotta pay homage in order to get paid

Maybe your lungs will make me a nice cake.