This is a song about "Hostess cakes"

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

But we’ve been going through this thang since way back

Niggas run and hidenapoleon will provide

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

Coppin them cakes and chop it but hey man

Mr. automatic bang, bang, bang

I'm hungry for the cakes and everybody want some

College to prison, understand it, knowledge and wisdom

When i expose you like glitter and cakes

Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes

Ugh, walking on water and running on waves

Bein sensible, take the ladder and pick up the cakes

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

I like my friends imaginary with no names