This is a song about "Joey your funnel cakes in the warmer"

If your not first in the door then your gonna be last

Know there's a barbed wire that's always in your past

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

Now they mention my nigga with all the greats

Your scent flowing in the wind

You can search but you'll never find

Real nigga, that's just how i'm built

Put your shit in the blueprint

Letting the silence loom joey started his attack

For everything i lost tell em i want it all back

And i'm not bragging, i'mma be in her

My ak leave ya a lil warmer

I don't gotta be here

The ringing in your ear

I like my friends imaginary with no names

Bein sensible, take the ladder and pick up the cakes