This is a song about "Jaffa cakes"

Coppin them cakes and chop it but hey man

So it's straight c4 from the thoughts i bring, bang

You ain't got one or the other well brother good night

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

I'm hungry for the cakes and everybody want some

Hey man so far i've been listenin to your album

I don't do dishes but i throw away your plates

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

When i expose you like glitter and cakes

But everybody’s self-made carved their own names

While i am poppin' like a snappin' crack

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

Bein sensible, take the ladder and pick up the cakes

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