This is a song about "Chocolate bar"

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

But you insist on going bar for bar, that'd be

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

Hot where i'm from, the newscasters don't come

I'm raisin hell like you when chasin a chocolate parakeet

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

But you insist on going bar for bar, that'd be

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

And some strawberries and some chocolate

Get the zippo and spark the shit

The home of marvin gaye, that's all i gotta say

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

Then i blow, i’ma close out the par

Keep your eyes sealed and stomach every bar

Just listen to this bar,

Just to let you know, you are