This is a song about "Cip cakes"

Bein sensible, take the ladder and pick up the cakes

Worldwide, but i got fourth ways, one hat carry like four blades

Coppin them cakes and chop it but hey man

My shit hair-burning, you not even a lil’ tan

Thats why we're always goin and we don't gotta go with them

I'm hungry for the cakes and everybody want some

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

Pictures of me in my final stage you know mama cried

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

Make a mess outta tracks, got my hat back

When i expose you like glitter and cakes

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

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

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