This is a song about "Watermelon cupcake"

That means i have no block

I get my cake; i love hip hop

I'm that nigga y'all - i just ball

"how twisted and curl are myths which call a brawl?!"

And i let her spend half the ticket, give or take

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

At my homegirls birthday party, little did i know later

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

I'm a doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil

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

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

But it not that hard when your sweet as a cake

We would like to call this an appreciation tape

My heart'll turn pitch black and cold if i split with my girl

Little bitch save yourself the embarrassment and go curl