This is a song about "Wake an bake"

Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die

I am number won i'll bake you with my own son so die even your bitch won't cry

Wake n' bake, for god's sake hoping this is all a dream

Of thinkinthese, are the dreams of a young teen

Don't wake up, don't wake up, don't wake up too fast

Yeah talking boutbad bitch,good weed,purple drank

While working on my mistakes

Ripples wake, changing fates,

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Go in the room and shut the bedroom door and wake up in an ambulance

And we did it our way, blue-collar game all day

So time to wake up, an be on your way

She can make a pimp fall in love

I always wake up to kisses,

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

Now they mention my nigga with all the greats