This is a song about "Hot chocolate"

You told me life would never, ever, ever get this perfect

I got the same hammer under my belt, making these chocolate girls melt.

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

So athletic at this rap game eat the track like chocolate chips

Drip drop, the angels made a pit stop

I'm falling from god and it's hot

To speak from the soul and just leave it with them

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

Pawning my chain in the shop

Cause i'm always served hot

So in the mean time, keep it moving or accept that

But that's only in the future, y'all cold as hot chocolate,

Maybe this might actually make the night hot

But now i got a problem with that little white rock

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

I got a question for ya, little somethin to say