This is a song about "Chocolate icecream"

Your raps are as asinine as chocolate asparagus splashed with lime

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

I probably would wear 'em but my dick don't fit

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

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

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

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

Flooding flushes, poker chocolate chips, the biscuits soggy

Put it on whatever bitch, me and spitta high as shit

Find 2 females and goblet, and gobble street chocolate

Tell em they mind clippin i give em like 5 minutes

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

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

I fucks with her the long way she don't really wanna' stay

A criminal grind nigga

They call it chocolate vanilla