This is a song about "Chocolate brownies"

I would probably kill myself if you told me you was gay

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

Not being racist but your chocolate and i'm carmel

But he push them whites in the hood like ray edmond was there

Makes me milk with chocolate chip cookies,

You make a nigga sing songs nice

I refuse to be another being on this earth

Light up a white chocolate blunt and take it in turns

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

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep

I'm seeing things that's being mean making me sick

Chips, chocolate, pop, popcorn and music

Yeah, waiting for a change to come

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

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Flooding flushes, poker chocolate chips, the biscuits soggy