This is a song about "Whitley chocolate bar"

I'm raisin hell like you when chasin a chocolate parakeet

She tell me i got that flame, your rhymes are so deep

Your raps are as asinine as chocolate asparagus splashed with lime

And he's not fucking working, i think i'm wasting my damn time

6 o's pay for my car

I walk into the fuckin bar

No bullshit, i'm mike with the mic

Chips, chocolate, pop, popcorn and music

Just listen to this bar,

And could i be a star

But you insist on going bar for bar, that'd be

It's double mg but i'm 'bout that cash money like baby

But you insist on going bar for bar, that'd be

Lovin how i got you niggas crazy

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Chocolate dripping on your body baby