This is a song about "Baked"

Inhibitions is gone, she just want to be known

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

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

Harlem shake? nah, i'm in harlem shaking awake

I don't wanna be fried or baked

They say them colors must be fake

I get more respect from the motherfuckin' dope manthe grammy's and american music shows

I'm the creator of cooking people til they're thick and crispy like baked potatoes.

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

‘cause every mother’s day needs a mother’s night

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

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

I'm on point baby, ready to stick you

We always get baked, the concept isn't new