This is a song about "Chocolate factory worker"

Your birth certificate is an apology from the condom factory

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Makes me milk with chocolate chip cookies,

And i know - there'll never be peace

And my bank account look just like a phone card

You always said worker smart not hard

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

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep

I'm raisin hell like you when chasin a chocolate parakeet

You're fucking with me, nigga

They call it chocolate vanilla

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

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

And some strawberries and some chocolate

That white whip sit like a slight wrist slit