This is a song about "Nutty chocolate"

Flooding flushes, poker chocolate chips, the biscuits soggy

My slaughter's hittin' our goals as though we like hockey

Cash and hell rell. zeek doin' 3, he even fell, hell

Not being racist but your chocolate and i'm carmel

To keep me happy there's no limit to the things you did

Find 2 females and goblet, and gobble street chocolate

Right back on my feet, i swear i'd never leave

Makes me milk with chocolate chip cookies,

And some strawberries and some chocolate

Cause now you got me hopped up on that

Light up a white chocolate blunt and take it in turns

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

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

I'm fuckin' paramount, i hope they understand that

A cold beast, nigga i'm the shit

Chips, chocolate, pop, popcorn and music