This is a song about "Cakes"

Coppin them cakes and chop it but hey man

But you done got thick on a nigga, god damn

I deserve a medal, lap 'em on every track

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

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

Now they mention my nigga with all the greats

Cause you're not my wife, bitch you're a stand for this night

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

Straight geechi on her, came back with eighty chains

When i expose you like glitter and cakes

I'm hungry for the cakes and everybody want some

Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

Bein sensible, take the ladder and pick up the cakes