This is a song about "Bake sale"

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

Uphold the enrolled, through the gale you sale scold,

You never play with young boys cause they never private

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

Hey lil momma, what's your name, i'm wale but they call me great

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

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

The golf wang hooligans, is fucking up the school again

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

We'd have you fallin' and now you scrapin' from that kemba shake

Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die

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

Of thinkinthese, are the dreams of a young teen

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

I guess i got to be a fucking hand-me-down rapper

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