This is a song about "Hostess cakes"

Coppin them cakes and chop it but hey man

And tell ‘em that i don’t give a damn

If you something like paid you can fuck tonight

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

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

Bitch no days off and i ain't got no breaks

Never the gold, i wanted gold plated chains

When i expose you like glitter and cakes

She never ready to go so she forever come

I'm hungry for the cakes and everybody want some

Bein sensible, take the ladder and pick up the cakes

Now they mention my nigga with all the greats

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

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that