This is a song about "Cakes"

To get them niggas while they laid back

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

Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes

When i expose you like glitter and cakes

And it rules everything around them

I'm hungry for the cakes and everybody want some

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

Coppin them cakes and chop it but hey man

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

Bitch no days off and i ain't got no breaks

My uncle doing life, inside prison he wasn't wrapped too tight

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

Now they mention my nigga with all the greats

Bein sensible, take the ladder and pick up the cakes