This is a song about "Cip cakes"

I leave a hater like he lost a watermelon fight

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

But you done got thick on a nigga, god damn

Coppin them cakes and chop it but hey man

Now they mention my nigga with all the greats

Bein sensible, take the ladder and pick up the cakes

I'm so fucking raw haters hoping that i catch aids

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

When i expose you like glitter and cakes

Bitch no days off and i ain't got no breaks

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

For everything i lost tell em i want it all back

I'm hungry for the cakes and everybody want some

I take ‘em to the crib and leave our future in a condom