This is a song about "Cakes"

When i expose you like glitter and cakes

Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes

Hit the pen and now no sinnin is the game plan

Coppin them cakes and chop it but hey man

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

Maine, bay, the burf baby i'mma book ya' flight

And ya’ll better relax, talking bout that he wack

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

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

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

His flow on renegade, fucking awesome

I'm hungry for the cakes and everybody want some

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

Bein sensible, take the ladder and pick up the cakes