This is a song about "Whitley chocolate bar"

Flooding flushes, poker chocolate chips, the biscuits soggy

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

Then i blow, i’ma close out the par

I guzzle up at the bar

Insecure as bitches blind dating with a pimple there

Not being racist but your chocolate and i'm carmel

And keep a tight grip for everyone waiting on the day i slay

Yo yo today is my birthday, wheres my chocolate sundae,

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

Light up a white chocolate blunt and take it in turns

E-t-i-h, w's, double d's on her knees

Makes me milk with chocolate chip cookies,

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

Ice cream,chocolate or vanilla

Still knock them out the park like a fucking tow car

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