This is a song about "Baked ziti"

Quite baked but half awake

I don't mind if you niggas hate

They say them colors must be fake

I don't wanna be fried or 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

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

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

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

And the v12, that's on various trips

You got some half baked lyrics

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

Petey pop off, rip, free lou, been lootin’ money since like fourth grade

Look, she love me from them poems, and them songs, in my zone

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