This is a song about "Whitley chocolate bar"

They call it chocolate vanilla

If you gonna do it, do it nigga

And dont start it in a bar

The engine in back of my car

The coupe i’m in is rented, i ain’t wit’ all that commitment shit

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

Ay yo you wonder who i are

And once you at a bar

And my level is off, got a bigger cigar

Wearin’ my lees, i’ma bend the ply bar

Find 2 females and goblet, and gobble street chocolate

Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit

I'm tryna better my chances of becoming a star

Keep your eyes sealed and stomach every bar

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

And some strawberries and some chocolate