This is a song about "Crack bake"

In case i don't get intell all my people i'm a ridahnobody cries when we die

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

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

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

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

Nigga that's like trying to bake with no flour

So tell me what they crack

Try to jack and i will attack

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

So don't be suprised when i bake you under the hot platter.

Those words are real not crack,

When love comes callin', don’t look back

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

But here i am, ricky bobby, shake and bake it