This is a song about "Chocolate chip"

Fuck what they say and get your dough nigga

Ice cream,chocolate or vanilla

Insecure as bitches blind dating with a pimple there

Not being racist but your chocolate and i'm carmel

I be on some other shit

Chips, chocolate, pop, popcorn and music

But my vision has inclined to some interscope, and its home

I'm short a couple dollars with a chip all in my collarbone,

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

And everything after nautilus ain't a beat

And they wonder why these california earthquakes hit so hard

And chip shards off your skull to lay you face down like a flipped card

Carolina where i made it from

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

And some strawberries and some chocolate

With this heavenly flow bought a hell of whip