This is a song about "Bake em"

I don't want no fucking crown

Pick em' up and knock em' down

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

Petey pop off, rip, free lou, been lootin’ money since like fourth grade

Am i clear to you?picture me rollin' nigga, legitfree like o.j. all day

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

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

Uhh, can it be fatethat makes a sick muthafucka break

Makin em drop/, making em pop,/

That means i have no block

Wake n' bake, for god's sake hoping this is all a dream

I’m lost without them, when they around i am charles sheen

Moanin' what he spit 'em,

It's slight blemishes and life system

Double mg pays me, fuck with me, you crazy

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