This is a song about "Bake"

Rap game mr. kipling with the way i bake cakes,/

But everybody’s self-made carved their own names

So don't be suprised when i bake you under the hot platter.

I get it crackin' like the lips of a nigger, actor

Oops i meant audemar, my whole team got them

How the fuck am i supposed to bake them a cake then?

It's way too lateand if i got to die young then it's just my fate

You have to understand those bakers are not only here to bake

And need to put that shit on bake and pull out a meal

And keep my account the same way…fuck outta here

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

So that's 2 mistakes 1 big headache and 1 sorry mom cake to bake

I am number won i'll bake you with my own son so die even your bitch won't cry

Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die

Then why don't you go fetch me some cake. bake it if you have to okay?

That's why they salty every where i swear its like a snow day