This is a song about "Baked"

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

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

We always get baked, the concept isn't new

The 40 if i cop bottles, we can't believe you

I'm here to wake up the people it seems you brains being baked

On these jealous ass coward cuz they evil and fake

Jumped off the porch when i was like six

You got some half baked lyrics

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

They say them colors must be fake

Quite baked but half awake

I don't wanna be fried or baked

Most bitches, niggas call gone real or fake

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

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