This is a song about "Wake an bake"

Petey pop off, rip, free lou, been lootin’ money since like fourth grade

So that's 2 mistakes 1 big headache and 1 sorry mom cake to bake

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

My homeboy like yo sister maybe they can bake some cousins

Time to wake up lunatic

You should be cautious, kid

Kill you, shoot the funeral up and harlem shake at your wake

You have to understand those bakers are not only here to bake

Get off a key like i can’t sing

You wake the next morning

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Nigga that's like trying to bake with no flour

, i have some medicine that needs farming/ for the weed buzz, i bake fuck you

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

If you want it, pursue it!we can handle the shit

But here i am, ricky bobby, shake and bake it