This is a song about "Cakes that assumes"

Coppin them cakes and chop it but hey man

Can you picture my specific plan

I'm so fucking raw haters hoping that i catch aids

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

Hella intelligent that

Pump, fake, jumpshot, ball hit the back

Never again will i stoop that

The crown ruler is back

Im that killer that hunts and stunts

He dont want the diamonds

We tell that nigga that im coming

Folarin said we 6 million and running

Bein sensible, take the ladder and pick up the cakes

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

Snapple fact: you rather wack

I don't need that,i can't see that