This is a song about "Baking"

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

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

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

Am i done?mother say i’m too youngbut what that mean?i took a chance and now i’m playing

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

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

Take it to the kitchen, now we're baking bad,

Make a mess outta tracks, got my hat back

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

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

I've been baking up these batches since my match lit and went out

She leave before the sun up, leave you something to think about

Naked body baking and tasting

And this will be the song that we sing