This is a song about "Chocolate rain"

I need your love like plants need rain,

Hundred thousand dollars and that’s on champagne

Chips, chocolate, pop, popcorn and music

Bad bitches onlygot a sign on my dick

She got a fat ass, she prolly know me well

Not being racist but your chocolate and i'm carmel

Just allow it to rain

They think they bring that pain

And of course on my parade it should fucking rain

Man in the mirror, i can’t get my shot again

Treble like the radio cause everything was fair play

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

So we can live again

Shout to the clouds n the rain

And i make music for the fuck of it, no fame

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