This is a song about "Snicker and cakes"

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

Snicker snack, vorpal blade

Give me dome, then let me skate

I snicker and say you don't want me angry

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

Into something with swag, nigga, don't be mad

Pattying cakes with her son and he looks like he's glad

And if you not convinced keep on promotin' them

I'm hungry for the cakes and everybody want some

Top dropped down, black on black

And like to boast and brag

But got comma’s in my statement

And remember what i said and

When i expose you like glitter and cakes

Never the gold, i wanted gold plated chains