This is a song about "Hostess cakes"

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

This my little brother on my mother's side, our father died

Boy, you can’t tell me a damn thang

Coppin them cakes and chop it but hey man

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

Look how i do it, yo i'm taking you back

Bein sensible, take the ladder and pick up the cakes

Wale, more times than not, am not for whom the air waves

Rectum, i'm like a chromosome i always x them

I'm hungry for the cakes and everybody want some

When i expose you like glitter and cakes

I got geechi on her, came back with thirty chains

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

Straight geechi on her, came back with eighty chains