This is a song about "Shake and bake"

I make the earth shake and leave you faceless, embrace it.

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit

You have to understand those bakers are not only here to bake

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

I can’t promise this verse will be better than the first

You did the shake-shake and i kinda went berserk

Cuz the way her eyes glance like they playing in my pants

Believed that blacks could unite with the whites together and shake hands

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

Come to my concerts ill shake my ass and thats a fact,

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

Shake you up make you fall to the ground and blur your whole vision

Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil

And shake up with lucifer as if the shit was normal