This is a song about "Sugar act"

I can't change the way i act

Just lay back, get your face slapped

Plus my kicks are nik', this what the bitches like

Im the dark knight on a sugar hype.

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

Catchdubs you a motherfucker

Sugar coating my rueger,

You're my river runnin' high, run deep, run wild

I wrote this no sugar coating this heist

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

I am not tina, buddy, do not give my window pain

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

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

Once as a slave who imagined being free

I wanna chill on sugar hill baby