This is a song about "Powdered sugar"

Chopper bouncing like a bunny jumping with a sugar rush

Why are we still conversing when i'm sure you've heard the chorus

And my speeding fingers leaving niggas with a powdered face

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

I wanna chill on sugar hill baby

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

So my cup is full, too much pain to fight

Im the dark knight on a sugar hype.

But it was written in cursive for this king to exist

Wic, goodwill, salvation army, thrift shops, and powdered milk,

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

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

Wic, goodwill, salvation army, thrift shops, and powdered milk,

If i ain't get em yet, believe their name is on the short list

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

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