This is a song about "Simon honeydew"

I wanna chill on sugar hill baby

Fuck sara lee, mrs. smith; you the pie lady

My goal is going gold with out selling my soul

It could wipe niggas clean like a fuking dust bowl.

Casually ill drop a rhyme

Save some, save none at the same time

I'll teach you 'bout equity and real estate honey

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

Neck full of gold, i'm attracted to the honey

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

And for the time being lets me in love with the moment

Crushin up untill weed it is fine dust (fine dust)

They right too cause

Now you got that drop off

Faded. but u started from the dust and your still in the dust

Then they'll play with mario brothers when it was duck hunt