This is a song about "Snicker and cakes"

Now they mention my nigga with all the greats

When i expose you like glitter and cakes

But everybody’s self-made carved their own names

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

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

I snicker and say you don't want me angry

And remember what i said and

She got me caught up in the moment

Social conditioning and

But got comma’s in my statement

And stop playing hide and seek,

This is the concrete

And inhospitable,

No one notice your struggle