This is a song about "Get baked"

Get loud/ get loud/ let me hear you get louder

Listen; blacker the berry, sweeter the powder

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

Let me get lube so we get freaky

Can't get a even get slow.

Shades: lv was a little dough

I don't wanna be fried or baked

They say them colors must be fake

Guess it's time to see who really is yo' friendtell me you pregnant and i'm amazed

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

Wants you around trynna to get

Dutty wine for access, show me your neck

Cuz you f-frontin and f-fakin its just plain wrong

Dont wanna get burnt, betta get gone

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

That girl’s an alien and if i die before i wake