This is a song about "Baking cakes"

No fucks given to any body ill be shaking and baking like ricky bobby

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

They say things are easy like baking a cake

And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade

These young niggas come outta nowhere taking out the heart of that shit, know what i'm saying

Blast from yo past im a mast to the er in the making open the oven check whats baking,

I got geechi on her, came back with thirty chains

Bein sensible, take the ladder and pick up the cakes

Pattying cakes with her son and he looks like he's glad

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat

Odd future wolf gang, wu-tang banging in your system

I'm hungry for the cakes and everybody want some

Dopeboyz hatin' but them faggots is a lotta talk

Many houses vacant,projects been baking,new cliques and crews formed

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

Now me and quik gonna show you niggas what it's like on this side