This is a song about "Zebra cakes"

Bein sensible, take the ladder and pick up the cakes

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

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

To be great, i'm giving it all it takes

When i expose you like glitter and cakes

Charcoal seats gray, drop tops like release dates

Coppin them cakes and chop it but hey man

Hit the pen and now no sinnin is the game plan

I’m popping now, every other hour, paparazzi come

I'm hungry for the cakes and everybody want some

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

Now me and quik gonna show you niggas what it's like on this side

Greed written on her face when i bought her first bag

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