This is a song about "Bake sale"

Hold up, wait, these nikes don't got no date

Asking bout the sale that my daddy just made

A couple posites i got,even penny'll stop

My peoples sale rock, & cell blocks, got us shell shock

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

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

Uhh, can it be fatethat makes a sick muthafucka break

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

Girls fast how jamaicans run

Maybe bake a dozen

At a high scale naw they're not for sale, so sinister its straight from hell

And she ain't gay, but the only thing she like is fucking chanel

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

Your developmental league don’t see a team

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

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