This is a song about "Hostess cakes"

While working on my mistakes

When i expose you like glitter and cakes

Coppin them cakes and chop it but hey man

Hard as a motherfucker, tell em i was ham

Bein sensible, take the ladder and pick up the cakes

I got geechi on her, came back with thirty chains

Straight geechi on her, came back with eighty chains

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

And the dirty ladera, i can't forget where i came from

I'm hungry for the cakes and everybody want some

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac

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

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

You ain't got one or the other well brother good night