This is a song about "Chocolate chip cookies"

Of finding myself as an individual

These cookies can crumble, if they causing some trouble

The master of this rap shit

And some strawberries and some chocolate

I was sitting here, braid dead, hooked up on cookies and juice,

And your bitch is the type of bitch who really wanna lose

Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference

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

Its somethin they never get, but fuck it i represent

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

Makes me milk with chocolate chip cookies,

Don't fast forward ima serve you some keys

Killing these niggas off quick

Chips, chocolate, pop, popcorn and music

No one give a damn when they breathe in the least bit

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