This is a song about "Sugar rush"

So addicted to this rush i feel

Bring it back, i ain't saying that i'm nas here

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

Fur for fur, baby; baby, you'll go stir crazy

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

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats

Informing me it's day, as rush hour's calling,

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

Cause i can bring you to your dreams like jesus

I feel like my life was in too much of a rush

I reel them in, goadomes on see

I wanna chill on sugar hill baby

And i’m never slowing up, but i’m never in a rush

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

Everyday we're all in a rush

And i ain't never plan to be famous