This is a song about "Crack bake"

I am number won i'll bake you with my own son so die even your bitch won't cry

Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die

I can't hold back, it's time to attack jack

Kick to the chest, your ribs go crack

Uhh, can it be fatethat makes a sick muthafucka break

So that's 2 mistakes 1 big headache and 1 sorry mom cake to bake

Skyrocket like weed on crack

This is why her nigga mad

All of us will eventually crack.

In the back of a chevy that’s all black

I never use a fork i always spoon her

Nigga that's like trying to bake with no flour

How the fuck am i supposed to bake them a cake then?

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men