This is a song about "Shake n bake"

Slithering snake you whither and shake

And that was when i was in the eighth grade

It might take a crown to boxlot shake

Hold up, wait, these nikes don't got no date

Two-step - white dude's harlem shake

New york, va, dc, get paid

So don't be suprised when i bake you under the hot platter.

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Kill you, shoot the funeral up and harlem shake at your wake

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

They all just shake their heads and scoff

And taking it it off

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

And i don't take these bitches out, i make pajama dates

How bout we blow this bit

(milkshake)that thing shake with it