This is a song about "Lord sugar"

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

Rocking black and gold stocking caps and fleur-de-lis shockey hats

I wanna chill on sugar hill baby

Ain’t no doubt that shit is crazy

If you feel it, it must be real just

Closer to the lord regent

With foreign names, valet the range

Wanted the lord to rearrange

I wrote this no sugar coating this heist

Been trying to put it down long after i was signed

You can't act like no bitch that only got tyler perry famous

Chopper bouncing like a bunny jumping with a sugar rush

Blowing stones, froze, icing sugar up my nose/

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

You faggots can buy chains but utopia can't afford

My faith's grown, you can check mate, i pray to the lord