This is a song about "Shake n bake"

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

How the fuck am i supposed to bake them a cake then?

Im washin off another plate

Slithering snake you whither and shake

Wake up, turn on your tv and see my ass again

How the fuck am i supposed to bake them a cake then?

Hot man, god damn, killa cam be live

That i could shake ya yeah so if

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

But here i am, ricky bobby, shake and bake it

And taking it it off

They all just shake their heads and scoff

You start to shake and you cant think

You was bigger than an artist