This is a song about "Chocolate factory worker"

Slapped in factory boxes like boxers, i'm renegade,

And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade

You, you and you're saying "shit, i been had that

Find 2 females and goblet, and gobble street chocolate

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

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

Makes me milk with chocolate chip cookies,

Hey! what's your name? oh, that's nice

Chips, chocolate, pop, popcorn and music

Then play you all my latest shit

That you selling rides on the white horse right up out your crib

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

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

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

Being king in hell is better the being worker in heaven