This is a song about "Lovely minds"

The way i'm sorting these pitchers

Minds lucid from the mixtures

But you're loving mine i am the shit

Thou art more lovely and more temperate:

I'm so unkind, blowing minds

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

The minds of record labels

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

My campaign for the top successful, signified with a lovely champaign,

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Chorus: i wanna chill (chill) on sugar hill (its so lovely, so lovely)

Fuck their minds worse than inception,

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Ya'll don't move em' you dudes is at that slow pace

The uk is a lovely place, full of all sorts of race