This is a song about "Chocolate chip cookies"

If we wasn't so original, then we'd be criminal

These cookies can crumble, if they causing some trouble

Nigeria inspired the talk drum

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

Light up a white chocolate blunt and take it in turns

Fuck around you gon' need a stint at the doctors

Heavenly father, martin, malcolm mixed with them lyrics

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

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot

Karl malone called her a little mexican, but he never won a chip

But put it in slow-mo, i don't want to bust the tape yet, press play

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

Now i'm the young one with the 9 ready to put in my time

Your raps are as asinine as chocolate asparagus splashed with lime

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

There’s niggas dying everyday but we don’t make the news