This is a song about "Sex with chocolate coins"

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

And in love with her, lets have sex

Flooding flushes, poker chocolate chips, the biscuits soggy

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

And my vision isn't set on the money i get

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

You would bet on malcolm sex

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

All the girls wanna have sex

Sweet, okay makes sense

Coins flyin out my pockets my nigga thats what i loose

Yeah, i got the flow that they know is the truth

Went to a lie detector for a test and the truth came that you had sex with different men

Instead of countin sheep, niggas countin cannibalsand that's how it is in the pen

Cause there'll never be peace

Makes me milk with chocolate chip cookies,