This is a song about "Bake em"

I faced 'em, kidnapped 'em, then slayed ‘em gravely

Eyes never lazyg.e.d-ing on the daily

I'll bang if it was bangless, now the tracks no longer here

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

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

My homeboy like yo sister maybe they can bake some cousins

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

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

So we can live again

Studied up and i passed ‘em

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

, i have some medicine that needs farming/ for the weed buzz, i bake fuck you

Put 'em up, put 'em up!

The cool say i'm thug