This is a song about "My sugar mumy"

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure

I'll kiss you just a little, i promise it's forever

Sorry mr. charlie won't chap dance

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

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

Flyest nigga in this bitch, and i don't even own no chain

That's why i traded r. kelly my sister for a new hit

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

Im from the side where silly niggas hate or they like you

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------

So hood i put sugar on toast then i serve it like a host

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

I wrote this no sugar coating this heist

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

You walking down the block, he got shot, you are no eye witness

Chopper bouncing like a bunny jumping with a sugar rush