This is a song about "Hostess cakes"

In the back of a chevy that’s all black

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

I can do it all and it ain't no problem

I'm hungry for the cakes and everybody want some

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

Bein sensible, take the ladder and pick up the cakes

I like my friends imaginary with no names

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

I leave a hater like he lost a watermelon fight

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

Call me bobby ray, but it’s not two names

When i expose you like glitter and cakes

Lookin' like a nigga just left japan

Coppin them cakes and chop it but hey man