This is a song about "Bake"

To you niggas biting my flows and my subject matter

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

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

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

Go ahead admit it faggot, this shit is tighter than butt rape

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

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

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

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

I can say ghettoest ‘cause i come from where metal spit

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

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

Nigga that's like trying to bake with no flour

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

Hoping that hip-hop can surface and go-go again