This is a song about "Baked"

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods

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

Way too much right here is at stake

I don't wanna be fried or baked

Big stacks, no lego bricks

You got some half baked lyrics

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

If i should die before i wake

Quite baked but half awake

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

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

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

More major than frajer cakes baked; man, they got the cons right

Like whenever i look up, i'm expecting the light