This is a song about "Cakes"

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

Or that you could ever see me and you in another light

Coppin them cakes and chop it but hey man

But you done got thick on a nigga, god damn

I'm hungry for the cakes and everybody want some

Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from

Now they mention my nigga with all the greats

Bein sensible, take the ladder and pick up the cakes

Kendrick lamar, his momma called him that

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

When i expose you like glitter and cakes

I got geechi on her, came back: a hundred chains

Wale, more times than not, am not for whom the air waves

Rap game mr. kipling with the way i bake cakes,/