This is a song about "Chocolate factory worker"

And he's not fucking working, i think i'm wasting my damn time

Your raps are as asinine as chocolate asparagus splashed with lime

Flooding flushes, poker chocolate chips, the biscuits soggy

I'm just ridin i done put a thousand miles on my body

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

Not likely like stay long please

Makes me milk with chocolate chip cookies,

Someone gotta be telling someone somebody is tripping

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

Raps straight out the back of the crack factory

Cause i ain't worriedeyes blurry

Is heaven just another door? and my people say

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

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

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