This is a song about "Chocolate factory worker"

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

K9's all in the kitchen way before i even heard of mike vick

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

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

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

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

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

But knowing me i prolly never meetonly speak when a fan speak

Obie trice, pour out a lil' liquor nigga

Ice cream,chocolate or vanilla

Chocolate dripping on your body baby

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

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

And i ain't puttin' no rims on it, when it's five hundred ya ride factory

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

Of better days when you ain't have to settle for whatever played