This is a song about "Chocolate factory"

Chocolate dripping on your body baby

I've been confused, out of my mind lately

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

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

Got the seven on me like vick jersey

Raps straight out the back of the crack factory

Your birth certificate is an apology from the condom factory

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

A bunch of backstabbing niggas, hope the knife ain’t there

Not being racist but your chocolate and i'm carmel

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

Cause i'mma look that part until i'm all broke, yea

Chips, chocolate, pop, popcorn and music

Just pour me a glass of that dark shit

Before this rapping, i was trappin', getting work cheap

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