This is a song about "Alan sugar"

Every third lady that flirt, want my chirp lately

First line & (sugar hill baby, sugar hill baby)

I'm hot like the backlash backdraft from sugar packets packed with anthrax

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats

Stop feeding so much sugar to ya damn kids

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

No, i can’t called bitch i’m lying, i don’t use my phone, shit

So pretty please, with sugar on top, tell me how to say it,

So his boys can keep on beating niggas to get that sugar cane/

Enough to drive a man insane, a woman insane

I get a pen and paper

Coat, coat it with sugar,

I wrote this no sugar coating this heist

I'm the trill og and i be out here on the grind