This is a song about "Chocolate chop cookies"

Light up a white chocolate blunt and take it in turns

That barrel longer than a word with 10 letters

Only getting high cuz we closer to hell

Not being racist but your chocolate and i'm carmel

Now we chop the whole fucking block

He say, she say." oh my god

Tryna make a dollar so i chop it to the fiends

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys

With that block that you chop and the rocks as usual

These cookies can crumble, if they causing some trouble

It's slight blemishes and life system

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

Fuck what they say and get your dough nigga

They call it chocolate vanilla

Your raps are as asinine as chocolate asparagus splashed with lime

Aiyyo i argue with my mother, spring, summer, fall, winter time