This is a song about "Baked"

And for the nigga that pulled the trigger then tried to slide

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

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

Drink a fifth of hennessy and then take another fade

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

Quite baked but half awake

I don't mind if you niggas hate

Way to much right here is at stake

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

There's nothing man made than can make it just you

We always get baked, the concept isn't new

Uhh, can it be fatethat makes a sick muthafucka break

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