This is a song about "Cip cakes"

Coppin them cakes and chop it but hey man

But you done got thick on a nigga, god damn

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

Bein sensible, take the ladder and pick up the cakes

Yeah this the illest bitch alive, i love her freaky side

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

Never the gold, i wanted gold plated chains

When i expose you like glitter and cakes

But everybody is a g with the weed in them

I'm hungry for the cakes and everybody want some

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

Fuck what them niggas saying i hit whoever at bat

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

I don't do dishes but i throw away your plates