This is a song about "Jaffa cakes"

Kendrick lamar, his momma called him that

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

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

Bein sensible, take the ladder and pick up the cakes

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

If you see us on the floor, you'll be watchin' all night

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

I got geechi on her, came back: a hundred chains

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

I'm hungry for the cakes and everybody want some

I like my friends imaginary with no names

When i expose you like glitter and cakes

Coppin them cakes and chop it but hey man

Money long from here to japan