text: Mistercap! You ready again bro?
  Yeah!
  TGOD Mafia, straight out of Pittsburgh, man!
  Cant smoke weed to it
  Dont doubt this nigga
  I dont wanna listen to it
  He the truth, nigga
  Yeah
  At my bake sale, yeah
  We cant wait to bake, hell yeah
  Laughin off this drank, hell yeah
  Lord for heaven sakes, hell yeah
  All day, hell yeah
  Weve been countin cake, hell yeah
  Puffin on this dank, hell yeah
  We cant wait to bake, hell yeah
  Ive been on the phone, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
  Gettin calls from home, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
  So I started up a bake sale, yeah, yeah, yeah
  They know I got all the cake, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
  Cookies and OG
  Come to my crib, we blow by the Os
  Kush, you already know
  It aint in a joint, we dont even smoke it
  I keep a bitch gettin stoned
  We wakin and bakin, puffin a J
  She told me that Im her new favorite
  How much do we blaze? A hundred a day
  Say they got the good but what the pack smell like?
  Feel like its a dream but now we back to real life
  Its incredible
  I got flowers, wax, inhalers, edibles
  All shit you never saw
  And its all at my bake sale
  Roll another one, help me think well
  I stay with the plane
  Im slangin them thangs, you know we aint new to this
  Lets turn on the stove and call up some hoes
  Lets roll up and do this shit 
  At my bake sale, yeah
  We cant wait to bake, hell yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
  Laughin off this drank, hell yeah, yeah, yeah
  Lord for heaven sakes, hell yeah
  All day, hell yeah 
  Weve been countin cake, hell yeah
  Puffin on this dank, hell yeah
  We cant wait to bake, hell yeah
  I just rolled a pound at my bake sale
  Bitches goin down at my bake sale
  I just keep it real, I dont fake well
  Niggas say they on, well I cant tell
  I just fucked three hoes, I dont know their name
  Pussy come and pussy go, its all the same
  Im rollin up the weed while I count the cake
  Naked bitches in the kitchen, shake n bake
  What you think? Im on this dank, Im off that drank
  I often blaze an ounce a day
  You at my crib, its no mistake
  Rollin papers, rollin trays, shattered pieces
  Glasses, lighters, torches, fuck it, anything that matters
  You can get it all right here
  At my bake sale, yeah
  We cant wait to bake, hell yeah
  Laughin off this drank, hell yeah
  Lord for heaven sakes, hell yeah
  All day, hell yeah 
  Weve been countin cake, hell yeah
  Puffin on this dank, hell yeah
  We cant wait to bake, hell yeah
  Roll, roll one up
  Got a J, make a plane, now we goin up
  All day, every day, we aint roll enough
  Get a pound, break it down, get them cones stuffed
  Its goin down, goin down
  Ima roll one up
  Got a J, make a plane, now we goin up
  All day, every day, we aint smoke enough
  Im on the KK, stoned as fuck
  At my bake sale, yeah