This is a song about "Chocolate factory worker"

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

Looked to the heavens and asked him to make a better way

Light up a white chocolate blunt and take it in turns

That barrel longer than a word with 10 letters

Raps straight out the back of the crack factory

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Oh wait it is, i'm past all the last factory packagers packaging,

Chips, chocolate, pop, popcorn and music

As deep as dawson's creek and shit

This shit get critical, always gotta get different one

Being king in hell is better the being worker in heaven

Your raps are as asinine as chocolate asparagus splashed with lime

I'm worldwide i'm certified, pop a bottle my cali dime

Double m-g not to mention we got that

And some strawberries and some chocolate