This is a song about "Hostess cakes"

Never the gold, i wanted gold plated chains

When i expose you like glitter and cakes

I'm hungry for the cakes and everybody want some

I deserve a touch of sky been climbing from the bottom

Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes

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

Bein sensible, take the ladder and pick up the cakes

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

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

Gettin' highwhite boys done wrecked their shittryin to check my ride

I had the british shows talkin bout bring him back

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

So it's straight c4 from the thoughts i bring, bang

Coppin them cakes and chop it but hey man