This is a song about "Chocolate factory worker"

Get a bottle of ciroc and take a chopper to the party

Flooding flushes, poker chocolate chips, the biscuits soggy

But that's only in the future, y'all cold as hot chocolate,

And all the pain the world cause she be healin' that shit

And some strawberries and some chocolate

10th grade, eyes red as shit

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

So athletic at this rap game eat the track like chocolate chips

He starts to get known as a real good worker,

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Then a worker comes to help, you guessed it she represents music

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Your birth certificate is an apology from the condom factory

Evidently, im a killing accessory, thats why im hiding in a supplementary factory,

You know, it's like i'm livin just to diei fall on my knees and beg for mercy, not knowin if i'm worthy