This is a song about "Jaffa cakes"

When i expose you like glitter and cakes

Straight geechi on her, came back with eighty chains

But everybody’s self-made carved their own names

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

But pussy and patron will make you feel alright

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

I got geechi on her, came back with thirty chains

Bein sensible, take the ladder and pick up the cakes

But you done got thick on a nigga, god damn

Coppin them cakes and chop it but hey man

Thats why we're always goin and we don't gotta go with them

I'm hungry for the cakes and everybody want some

My moschino that fire, bet you never seen that

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