This is a song about "Birthdsy cats and chocolate"

This shit ain't nothing new though

Leopards... cats, they make you grow

Chocolate dripping on your body baby

Do you think i'm crazy, crazy, crazy

But you gotta be meticulous, to get these critics and cats to bob their heads,

What you bust still sucks, an obituary's sanctuary don't make sense

Carolina where i made it from

That smells and tastes like chocolate, you want some?"

So when ya see me nigga

They call it chocolate vanilla

Just like a cannon from the teen in nick

Chips, chocolate, pop, popcorn and music

Since nautica was popular than popular for good

But that's only in the future, y'all cold as hot chocolate,

He pumped reeboks, his uncles pumped packs

Snapchats or four flats doesnt bother my cats,