This is a song about "Sugar satruation"

I wanna chill on sugar hill baby

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Black thoughts in my eyes got me hypnotized

I wrote this no sugar coating this heist

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

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

The golf wang hooligans, is fucking up the school again

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

Coat, coat it with sugar,

I couldn't get any bigger

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

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

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold