This is a song about "Bake em"

But if i can't batter the women how the fuck am i supposed to bake them a cake then

Then start again, don't have no muthafuckin' friends niggalook inside the heartz of men

But still homey keep it real, how does it feel

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

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

Here i go again, falling in love again

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that

But here i am, ricky bobby, shake and bake it

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

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

Put 'em up, put 'em up!

Say what you wanna but

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

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