This is a song about "Chocolate"

I got the same hammer under my belt, making these chocolate girls melt.

Why'd you slang crack? cause i had toa nigga gotta pay the fuckin rent

Not being racist but your chocolate and i'm carmel

I mean me is there, but it's like three there

It’s no days off, you ain't doing shit

Chips, chocolate, pop, popcorn and music

They call it chocolate vanilla

So when ya see me nigga

Better yet they work my every nerve

Light up a white chocolate blunt and take it in turns

So while the world goes drake crazy

Chocolate dripping on your body baby

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

So athletic at this rap game eat the track like chocolate chips

And we got history, let's repeat it the right way

Yo yo today is my birthday, wheres my chocolate sundae,