This is a song about "Sugar mommas"

You all niggas ain't even on my level

Mommas worried shit is too stressful

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

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

Forever dedicated, maybach poetic genius

Chopper bouncing like a bunny jumping with a sugar rush

With the wheels fallin off i shoot thru the windows make him crash into his mommas curtains

About to have another baby, like a rose from the concretegrowing within, blessed with twins

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

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

Got rewarded with the taste of ya mommas rack

Ball dreams of being pointguard was off limits jack

I walk around understanding the politics

Stop feeding so much sugar to ya damn kids