This is a song about "Jaffa cakes"

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

Bein sensible, take the ladder and pick up the cakes

Fame is a drug i knew that before jay said that

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

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

Like whenever i look up, i'm expecting the light

I'm hungry for the cakes and everybody want some

That mean i never trust em. and if you ever love them

Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes

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

Coppin them cakes and chop it but hey man

Money long from here to japan

Straight geechi on her, came back with eighty chains

When i expose you like glitter and cakes