This is a song about "Chocolate pretezels"

Cash and hell rell. zeek doin' 3, he even fell, hell

Not being racist but your chocolate and i'm carmel

Your gonna be on top nigga

Ice cream,chocolate or vanilla

Makes me milk with chocolate chip cookies,

Ima let her be by herself in peace

That smells and tastes like chocolate, you want some?"

Shit, we don't believe none of them

Holla at ya boy young roy’s in the kill shit

And some strawberries and some chocolate

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Chocolate dripping on your body baby

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

Light up a white chocolate blunt and take it in turns

So my outlook's dim and my house is eventually without any heat

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