This is a song about "Hostess cakes"

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

So now i’m under pressure i want it bad

When i expose you like glitter and cakes

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

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

I like my friends imaginary with no names

I'm so dapper man, funky fresh dapper dan

Coppin them cakes and chop it but hey man

Straight geechi on her, came back with eighty chains

Bein sensible, take the ladder and pick up the cakes

I'm hungry for the cakes and everybody want some

John rocket atlanta's bravest know that i'm awesome

Yeah this the illest bitch alive, i love her freaky side

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