This is a song about "Fuck c baked"

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

This my little brother on my mother's side, our father died

Quite baked but half awake

Wu-tang gangbanged it, meth ate

Everybody, just clap your hands if your a real

Cot damn, martybars and c simeon out here.

Harlem shake? nah, i'm in harlem shaking awake

I'm here to wake up the people it seems you brains being baked

350 on the stove and it's 90 outside

Mr. c----n does this shit right

I get more respect from the motherfuckin' dope manthe grammy's and american music shows

I'm the creator of cooking people til they're thick and crispy like baked potatoes.

And go,cause carl c returned to fuck up a hoe,

I ain't really famous but the ladies need my picture though

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

And corpses lay with storming rain on a morning day and i'm surely baked