This is a song about "Hot chocolate"

We charging you niggas up you like it or not

My bitches are wet my bitches are hot

Lets talk about the cars y'all got

Hot, hot, hot! strange, old ain't hot.

At bunker hill hot summer,

I said i'm hurting her

Drip drop, the angels made a pit stop

In the limelight being red hot

Flooding flushes, poker chocolate chips, the biscuits soggy

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Yeah, inglewoodinglewood always up to no good

Find 2 females and goblet, and gobble street chocolate

Maybe this might actually make the night hot

So you snap like mewhen these devils try to plot

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

So i could go help the babyshe could barely speak