This is a song about "Cakes"

Coppin them cakes and chop it but hey man

You ain’t content with tryin' to do your thang

And i don't take these bitches out, i make pajama dates

Bein sensible, take the ladder and pick up the cakes

Shades dark as fuck so all i see is black

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

I'm hungry for the cakes and everybody want some

And you down, hold it down for my nigga them

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

Niggas is hot when i hit the block, what if i die tonight

Now they mention my nigga with all the greats

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

To be great, i'm giving it all it takes

When i expose you like glitter and cakes