This is a song about "Cranked chocolate"

Your raps are as asinine as chocolate asparagus splashed with lime

I'm worldwide i'm certified, pop a bottle my cali dime

You ain't gettin' dough, don't even come around them

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

And you can check my stats cuz worldwide they attesting to that

Find 2 females and goblet, and gobble street chocolate

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

Pack a bad bitch then i pass it to my nigga meek

At times i like to watch out the latest shit

And some strawberries and some chocolate

Fuck what them niggas saying i hit whoever at bat

No wonder they resroting to gear, get you gears cranked, rears spanked,

Not being racist but your chocolate and i'm carmel

Or try to fill the shoes of an invisible pair

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

Makes me milk with chocolate chip cookies,