This is a song about "Baked ziti"

Guess it's time to see who really is yo' friendtell me you pregnant and i'm amazed

And corpses lay with storming rain on a morning day and i'm surely baked

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

Uhh, can it be fatethat makes a sick muthafucka break

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

I'm tryna stay with you, lay with you

We always get baked, the concept isn't new

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

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

Fuck the source, i'm on cover of rolling stone

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

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

What it means to know your momma or your father on that pipe

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

Quite baked but half awake