[Verse 1]
Every queen tryna rap but we all not reigning
Diamond studded crown on my thrown like what you saying
When I pull it back they be like "Cakey, why you raging?"
Took my rollers out so n***ahs know I ain't playing
Just saying
Just respect that I'm doing my thang
While a b*tch straight spitting this gully c*nt slang
Young killa want a million dollar name
Whipping my frame in a shiny new thang
[Verse 2]
Little birdie think she cute
So I keep her in a coop
Cause she staring at my bread tryna stick me for my loot
One thing I wish
I wish a b*tch would
But in hindsight I know a faggot wish he could
Do it like this get ya stick on wood
Talking cement when I'm bent over like
And if I said it take it literal
I was never too keen on subliminals
[Verse 3]
But ahhhh
I mean its shade on the panel
How you claiming legend when ya sh*t is all samples
How these little faggots think it's Cakey they can handle
b*tch I'm oven ready and you hot like a candle
Doing this thang for some plaques on my mantle
Oval office stunting bout to pull a scandal
And you know Cakes is here for them diamonds
b*tch in first class off a motherf*cking rhyming