This is a song about "Cakes"

Straight geechi on her, came back with eighty chains

Bein sensible, take the ladder and pick up the cakes

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

Cus what you give me let me know that we'll be alright

When i expose you like glitter and cakes

Now they mention my nigga with all the greats

But let me inspire someone who can

Coppin them cakes and chop it but hey man

I'm hungry for the cakes and everybody want some

My hat is by jabbia and if you got a fucking problem

Nigga ain't nothing sweet like a kool aid pack

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

Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes

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