This is a song about "Hostess cakes"

Ugh, walking on water and running on waves

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

Bein sensible, take the ladder and pick up the cakes

I got geechi on her, came back with thirty chains

Pattying cakes with her son and he looks like he's glad

He could own that, shawty, i'mma lease that

‘cause every mother’s day needs a mother’s night

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

Now they mention my nigga with all the greats

When i expose you like glitter and cakes

I'm hungry for the cakes and everybody want some

And the dirty ladera, i can't forget where i came from

Coppin them cakes and chop it but hey man

My shit hair-burning, you not even a lil’ tan