This is a song about "Sugar mammas"

Matta fact, sitting back on my mammas time

You shine like a mothafuckin dime

Listen, i'm fishing, you bitch niggas is missing i got that

So pretty please, with sugar on top, tell me how to say it,

Blowing stones, froze, icing sugar up my nose/

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

Chopper bouncing like a bunny jumping with a sugar rush

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

Pussy and patron make you feel alright

Im the dark knight on a sugar hype.

Sugar coating my rueger,

Huh, i can't interpret her

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

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