This is a song about "Hostess cakes"

And if you got it you gettin wet, nigga bet on that

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

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

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

Call me bobby ray, but it’s not two names

When i expose you like glitter and cakes

Bein sensible, take the ladder and pick up the cakes

I got geechi on her, came back with thirty chains

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

Pictures of me in my final stage you know mama cried

I'm hungry for the cakes and everybody want some

When i get my v12, i’ma be in six of them

Fuck it, its hip hop and niggas don't give a damn

Coppin them cakes and chop it but hey man