This is a song about "Hot chocolate"

Chocolate dripping on your body baby

Fur for fur, baby; baby, you'll go stir crazy

Damn that bitch is really fucking hot

Came from the bottom, aiming for the top

I mean me is there, but it's like three there

Not being racist but your chocolate and i'm carmel

We brain freezers,but are rhymes are hot.

I'd rather not live like there isn't a god

Hi my name is bob and i work at my job

In the kitchen whippin boy stupid hot

At bunker hill hot summer,

I stop and stare at the younger

Following the king of diamonds, bitch you went ape shit

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

I diddy bop and make them titties pop

I'm falling from god and it's hot