This is a song about "Chocalte and caremle"

Naked woman rub my back

And like to boast and brag

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

And their mothers and fathers

Tryna be some mobsters

Or closed casket for our troubles

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

And nasty remains and bones

Fake niggas get dial tones

And my tongue stay flicking, over clits and fucking lips and

Or like monumental mixtape of the moment

And get it again and again

Riding around with ms. reece and them