This is a song about "Hostess cakes"

Bein sensible, take the ladder and pick up the cakes

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

I got geechi on her, came back with thirty chains

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

Ya'll bullshittin', still goin on dates

When i expose you like glitter and cakes

Fame is a drug i knew that before jay said that

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

I'm hungry for the cakes and everybody want some

I ain't really into sports, that's just where i'm from

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

Or that you could ever see me and you in another light

Boy, you can’t tell me a damn thang

Coppin them cakes and chop it but hey man