This is a song about "Hot cakes"

Spit fire, lava. whatever cause it's hot.

Hair weave killer had on louie's in my mug shot

Hot like florida sand bitch

I'm gon' make a pretty big sandwich

I though i was red hot

Only real niggas stay on top

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

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

Coppin them cakes and chop it but hey man

And fuck the radio for tellin' me to snap jam

That's all i got

Cause i'm always served hot

In the kitchen whippin boy stupid hot

No pork on the fork, but it’s white in the pot