This is a song about "Cakes"

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

Wale, more times than not, am not for whom the air waves

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

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

Bein sensible, take the ladder and pick up the cakes

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

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

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

Money long from here to japan

Coppin them cakes and chop it but hey man

I like my friends imaginary with no names

When i expose you like glitter and cakes

I'm hungry for the cakes and everybody want some

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them