This is a song about "Snicker and cakes"

Coppin them cakes and chop it but hey man

But let me inspire someone who can

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

Geechi on her, came back: a million chains

And nasty remains and bones

And we crazy, homes

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

I snicker and say you don't want me angry

You is just a groupie bitch and groupie bitch, no i am sick

I am legend, a snicker dick in a vanilly chick

I'm hungry for the cakes and everybody want some

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

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

And their mothers and fathers

Grab the scissors and saws and

But nah, he is quite different