This is a song about "Baked ziti"

Look, just remember how that winning taste

I don't wanna be fried or baked

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

Of course they all hate

Quite baked but half awake

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

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

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

You got some half baked lyrics

I done seen a nigga rise, watch you niggas dick ride

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

You better get her, i'm totally into my zone

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

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