This is a song about "Chocolate chop cookies"

Of people who will chop me up like slaughterhouses

Wale got skills, man my nigga i’m will smith

They call it chocolate vanilla

You're fucking with me, nigga

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

Light up a white chocolate blunt and take it in turns

We missed you on the charts last week, damn, that's right you wasn't there

Not being racist but your chocolate and i'm carmel

And some strawberries and some chocolate

Free earl, that's the fucking shit

Chips, chocolate, pop, popcorn and music

Hoes blow for me, i maestro, shit

Chocolate dripping on your body baby

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

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

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