DESCRIPTION:
Scones, muffins, rolls, hooks,
parchment paper with a fat cookbook
I'm not gluten free, no I'm gluten expensive—
My croissants make all the ladies get pensive.

They think "What's inside of this almond filling?"
A whole lotta soul inshallah God-willing.
Straight chilling like a fresh cheesecake
now turn it up to 420, go and getcha head baked

Cause I'm Fresh
Baked
I'm only open at strange hours of the day
Cause I'm Fresh
Baked
I got more blended flours than Claude Monet
Cause I'm Fresh
Baked
Yo, the people told me go ahead and open a shop
Cause I'm fresh
Baked
I told em "Hey friends, I only bake fresh hip-hop"
So fresh.

I quake like oats, I fold em in dough
a little muthafucka told me that I could feed yo
momma so fat cause she eats my pastries.
I blew her up and took her on parade like Macy's.

Like William H., plus Gray,
if you wanna bake you'd better get the jump on the day.
It's not flat bread in a clay oven—that's naan,
more like phat bread into my stomach—all gone.

Would you like another plate? Cause it's a three-course meal
here's a kiss from a rose on beignets like creole Seal.
My kouign amanns are straight puff.
Yo, Daddy did he just mention a kouign amann? Cause that's rough!

I beg to differ: Meringues get stiffer.
Sugar is sweet, but my flows is quicker.
Now let me ice this mutha with a buttercream glaze:
my rhymes so rich, you stay fresh for days.