This is a song about "Zebra cakes"

I'm hungry for the cakes and everybody want some

That mean i never trust em. and if you ever love them

Straight geechi on her, came back with eighty chains

Bein sensible, take the ladder and pick up the cakes

If you something like paid you can fuck tonight

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

Coppin them cakes and chop it but hey man

That was six years ago, whips come from japan

When i expose you like glitter and cakes

Call me bobby ray, but it’s not two names

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

Dead faces keep my money in a body bag

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

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