This is a song about "Chocolate factory worker"

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

Flooding flushes, poker chocolate chips, the biscuits soggy

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

Listen, uno papi chulo bout to show you what you been missing

No gimmick: real time, real heart

You always said worker smart not hard

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

Complexion from heaven don't be bleaching your shit

They call it chocolate vanilla

P stand for pacqiauo nigga

But put it in slow-mo, i don't want to bust the tape yet, press play

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

Its somethin they never get, but fuck it i represent

I got the same hammer under my belt, making these chocolate girls melt.

Light up a white chocolate blunt and take it in turns

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth