This is a song about "Baked"

Niggas run and hidenapoleon will provide

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

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 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

Quite baked but half awake

All dem niggas gonna hate

Uhh, can it be fatethat makes a sick muthafucka break

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

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

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

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

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

Way to much right here is at stake

I don't wanna be fried or baked