This is a song about "Sugar mommas"

Baby, you know who you are

Coat, coat it with sugar,

Chorus: i wanna chill (chill) on sugar hill (its so lovely, so lovely)

She say that she celibate, i penetrate her mentally

I’ve seen this young’un on the train, i had to pick his brain

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

Rocking black and gold stocking caps and fleur-de-lis shockey hats

I'm hot like the backlash backdraft from sugar packets packed with anthrax

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

Chopper bouncing like a bunny jumping with a sugar rush

When you rapping how you rapping, bitches pack up and leave

Cause thats really that matters to me and my mommas both dreams