This is a song about "Gift cakes"

Bein sensible, take the ladder and pick up the cakes

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

So i thought of it as a gift

Yeah, you got me feeling like the greatest

A fucking sin or too illegal play this shit in church

His gift is a curse, forget the earth, he's got the urge

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

Wale, more times than not, am not for whom the air waves

I got geechi on her, came back: a hundred chains

When i expose you like glitter and cakes

You hear the words coming from my lips bastards

I don’t need a gift to know that this shit is backwards,

I'm hungry for the cakes and everybody want some

My hat is by jabbia and if you got a fucking problem

You lost it at her, the gift you're constantly enamoured with

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live