This is a song about "Lord sugar"

Lord forgive me, lord forgive me things i don't understand

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

Stop feeding so much sugar to ya damn kids

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

Lord just look up lucid

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

And i pray that never change

Wanted the lord to rearrange

Chopper bouncing like a bunny jumping with a sugar rush

I done seen embalming fluid ruin a nigga promise

Sugar coated bars sweeter than a kit kat

I ride with them boys in the middle of the map

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

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

Popping champagne bottles, lord he is