This is a song about "Bake"

Maybe bake a dozen

Tryna find the one

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

Wale, more times than not, am not for whom the air waves

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

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

And if you not convinced keep on promotin' them

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

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

Cause by then it's just too late, there's so much we can take

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

My homeboy like yo sister maybe they can bake some cousins

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

In case i don't get intell all my people i'm a ridahnobody cries when we die

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