This is a song about "My sugar mumy"

Cause i show fur, no bikini wax

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

My streaks my testament.

Get ya head bust

Im the dark knight on a sugar hype.

My conscious only knew whats half tight

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

We rose up to bigger fame, glows from the tennis chain

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

I’m popping now, every other hour, paparazzi come

I wanna chill, i wanna chill, i wanna chill on sugar hill baby

Gotta give her da good i'm liking da wood and now it's over lady

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

Sugar coated bars sweeter than a kit kat

I don't know why i'm even on this track