This is a song about "Zebra cakes"

But everybody’s self-made carved their own names

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

Straight geechi on her, came back with eighty chains

When i expose you like glitter and cakes

More major than frajer cakes baked; man, they got the cons right

Boy stick to your day job, said you was hot? well, they lied

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

Look how i do it, yo i'm taking you back

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

Bein sensible, take the ladder and pick up the cakes

Try to protect the neck, i ? from ya boo thang

Coppin them cakes and chop it but hey man

She never ready to go so she forever come

I'm hungry for the cakes and everybody want some