This is a song about "Jaffa cakes"

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

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

Cause i hella copped em so i could be way flyer than all them

I'm hungry for the cakes and everybody want some

Coppin them cakes and chop it but hey man

And fuck the radio for tellin' me to snap jam

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

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

I got geechi on her, came back with thirty chains

When i expose you like glitter and cakes

Ex-boyfriend was wack, she had enough of all that

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

Worldwide, but i got fourth ways, one hat carry like four blades

Bein sensible, take the ladder and pick up the cakes