This is a song about "Bake em"

What the fuck happened to rap when

Studied up and i passed ‘em

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die

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

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

Dubai, i been there -- but fuck that, we in here

And i'm man-genie, flyer than the rest of them

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

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

The golf wang hooligans, is fucking up the school again

My homeboy like yo sister maybe they can bake some cousins

We used to be like distant cousins, fightin, playin dozens

Makin em drop/, making em pop,/

Pork on the fork, white in the pot