This is a song about "Bake em"

That'd be the day his label treat him like a signal fade

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

That mean i never trust em. and if you ever love them

I tell em sparks got em i aint gotta diss em again

Maybe bake a dozen

It ain't where i been

Put 'em up, put 'em up!

In that pretty red dress, let's fuck

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

And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid

Odd future wolf gang, wu-tang banging in your system

Show 'em what your made of, persuade 'em or upgrade 'em

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

Niggas hating but i love them even though they trying to scheme