This is a song about "Bake sale"

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

Tyler the creator invented some new shit

Cause i'm out on motherfuckin bail

Have niggas in ya yard like a yard sale

I'll go for a record sale at the auction,

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

Asking bout the sale that my daddy just made

Where every recipient, property of the state

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

Don't steal my words just cuz they ain't for sale,

Fuck a deal, i just want my father's email

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

It's way too lateand if i got to die young then it's just my fate

Nigga that's like trying to bake with no flour

Regardless to all them, i appease her