This is a song about "Zebra cake"

Take yo' chick, with no complaints, she say my shit oh so great

Crazy on shake, paintin' the cake like jay-z and drake,

Niggas flows like cake without the icing

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

Supposed to get the cake at the mart

Hope all over again, we can start

To understand that the fucking faggot didn't like me much

I wipe cake from my eyes, gather up the courage

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

Harlem shake? nah, i'm in harlem shaking awake

I get my cake; i love hip hop

Got a beans if you wanna pop

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

Put it on everything, history i'mma make

He's acting like he knows poverty with that cake in his hand

Always on the road again, with omega or the band