This is a song about "Chocolate rain"

And of course on my parade it should fucking rain

I ain't fucking mexican, but we can have sex again

I'll never call you bitch again

Just allow it to rain

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

This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

Makes me milk with chocolate chip cookies,

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

Your raps are as asinine as chocolate asparagus splashed with lime

But tell me what does it gain, talkin' 'bout make it rain

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

Chance said he was praying for rain

Down in dallas at the all-star game

It was pretty windy , heavy rain

She my billie jean we menage with mary jane