This is a song about "Hostess cakes"

Straight geechi on her, came back with eighty chains

When i expose you like glitter and cakes

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

She's on my line like i'm fishing i got that

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

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

Coppin them cakes and chop it but hey man

I got twelve hundred kicks, them straight from japan

I'm hungry for the cakes and everybody want some

But when it’s all said and done i’mma be ahead of them

Now they give a fuck about usand if i choose to ride

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

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

Bein sensible, take the ladder and pick up the cakes