This is a song about "Pie chocolate slice"

But i think i like that, just maybe

Chocolate dripping on your body baby

You gonna' get hit with something a lot worse than pie

Keep your eyes open, i can only say i'll try

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice

Now you know you shoulda ducked nigga

They call it chocolate vanilla

But why does she roam the streets give every man a slice

And i'm right behind him in a coupe that we drive

Barack obama comin' this way, he eats all the pie

Tryin'a keep up with my mind, and you wonder why

Top dropped down, black on black

What it'll do. slice you back

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

Heavenly father, martin, malcolm mixed with them lyrics