This is a song about "Hot chocolate feeling"

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

This is the part where we run hip hop

Huh, i can't interpret her

Feeling tired, feeling colder

Hitting amputees in the knees, jesus

Feeling nothing feeling sleepless

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

Not being racist but your chocolate and i'm carmel

Flooding flushes, poker chocolate chips, the biscuits soggy

Get a bottle of ciroc and take a chopper to the party

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

Why'd you slang crack? cause i had toa nigga gotta pay the fuckin rent

Ice cream,chocolate or vanilla

Make her surrender &reconsider real nigga

It’s hip-hop, not pop

I though i was red hot