This is a song about "Chocolate icing"

Niggas flows like cake without the icing

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

Makes me milk with chocolate chip cookies,

But you ain't never pleased, maybe you should leave

They call it chocolate vanilla

A criminal grind nigga

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

Chocolate dripping on your body baby

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

Baby father bullshittin', you two don't even speak

I would stand on my desk just to see the world in a different way

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

Whole lot of haters wanna fight i swear

Not being racist but your chocolate and i'm carmel

Is probably filled with some other niggas numbers

Light up a white chocolate blunt and take it in turns