This is a song about "Hot chocolate"

Saying fuck a nigga quick, quick

Chips, chocolate, pop, popcorn and music

I'm falling from god and it's hot

But it don't matter i'm a cool shot

Cause i'm always served hot

Believe me i'mma be your god

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

Maybe this might actually make the night hot

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

Lets talk about the cars y'all got

I'm wale, the new nigga on the block

In the limelight being red hot

Whole team full of og’s packing fo-fo’s on the hip hip

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

In one way or another

At bunker hill hot summer,