This is a song about "Baked"

Im still here but i can't skate

Quite baked but half awake

I'm the creator of cooking people til they're thick and crispy like baked potatoes.

I get more respect from the motherfuckin' dope manthe grammy's and american music shows

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

And corpses lay with storming rain on a morning day and i'm surely baked

Mind's like an oven, sometimes when i'm baked these thoughts it cooks

Check me i be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof

Must be part of some big plan to keep a brotha in tha state

I get baked from the moment i wake, don't tell me is a mistake

I take it slow, get baked then say i'm never going home,

Late night to the early morn, i've been such a rolling stone

I don't wanna be fried or baked

Cause i’m going out with a fist raised

She better shed a couple tears when she come through

We always get baked, the concept isn't new