This is a song about "Shake and bake"

This that pulpit, i’m hitting niggas with the gospel

And shake up with lucifer as if the shit was normal

So that's 2 mistakes 1 big headache and 1 sorry mom cake to bake

Must be part of some big plan to keep a brotha in tha state

Shake me and i'll whack back like the fizz of doctor pepper

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

Cause i'll be honest: i ain't tryna be a victim of the projects

With serious impedence, shake hands and say let's be friends/

You did the shake-shake and i kinda went berserk

Oh, cause when you rich you are on top of the world

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

High as fuck, no vinny chase, i just need my henny straight

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john

Just to whack, i shake it off and continue on