This is a song about "Cip cakes"

When i expose you like glitter and cakes

I got geechi on her, came back: a hundred chains

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

Catch me in the city with the trunk on crack

Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes

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

Look at what i'm up against, scrutiny, criticism

I'm hungry for the cakes and everybody want some

Mr. automatic bang, bang, bang

Coppin them cakes and chop it but hey man

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

Bein sensible, take the ladder and pick up the cakes

Harder niggas try to hate me, they be lovin’ this side

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