This is a song about "Baked ziti"

I leave a hater like he lost a watermelon fight

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

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

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

And if i do go you better come through

We always get baked, the concept isn't new

I don't wanna be fried or baked

And i feared that my fans say i failed

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

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

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

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

You got some half baked lyrics

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

Long before i knew the significance of a comb