This is a song about "Cakes"

These other rap niggas should never be a problem

I'm hungry for the cakes and everybody want some

Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes

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

I like my friends imaginary with no names

When i expose you like glitter and cakes

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

You ain't got one or the other well brother good night

Bein sensible, take the ladder and pick up the cakes

Straight geechi on her, came back with eighty chains

Money long from here to japan

Coppin them cakes and chop it but hey man

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

Make a mess outta tracks, got my hat back