This is a song about "Tasty cakes"

I smoked a jay z and its so tasty

Fuck sara lee, mrs. smith; you the pie lady

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

But everybody’s self-made carved their own names

Ugh, walking on water and running on waves

Bein sensible, take the ladder and pick up the cakes

But you still have a tasty family ready for me.

Of the vhs especially during sex baby

Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from

I'm hungry for the cakes and everybody want some

When i expose you like glitter and cakes

I don't do dishes but i throw away your plates

Obviously on munchies but my vibe is as tasty as a chutney

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

Hit yo ho with a muthafuckin baseball bat