This is a song about "My sugar mumy"

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

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

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

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

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

She vying for number one, tryna be number one

Catchdubs you a motherfucker

Sugar coating my rueger,

Stop feeding so much sugar to ya damn kids

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

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

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

Sugar coated bars sweeter than a kit kat

With a home girl, best friend, lover, all that

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win