This is a song about "Chocolate crunch"

They call it chocolate vanilla

If you gonna do it, do it nigga

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

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

When i get my hands on nines

Crunch rhymes into web of spun split spines,

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

The-na-ture-of-the-world-to-day, the nature of the world today

And there's something you ain't seeing like i block your vision

You're on a facts crunch, frantically stumped, for a reference one,

But when it comes crunch time, where do my punchlines go

It's nothing but a motherfucking undefended free throw

Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip

Chips, chocolate, pop, popcorn and music