This is a song about "Baked ziti"

Take yo' chick, with no complaints, she say my shit oh so great

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

You got some half baked lyrics

We buy cars, y’all flip whips

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

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

I'm a winner, fish in my crib, i got a winter lake

They say them colors must be fake

I don't wanna be fried or baked

Gettin' highwhite boys done wrecked their shittryin to check my ride

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

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

Real motherfuckin g's, this one is for you

We always get baked, the concept isn't new