This is a song about "Sugar smacks"

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

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

Just deflects, reflects back then smacks you in the chest,

My levis, they 501, my snapback is hella bent

Been trying to put it down long after i was signed

I wrote this no sugar coating this heist

And leave the scene the way i came herethough some people say it's crazy

I wanna chill, i wanna chill, i wanna chill on sugar hill baby

& with thunderous raps i throw lighting in smacks

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

Vertebrae snapped, gats...huh, i swerve em right

Im the dark knight on a sugar hype.

She say that she celibate, i penetrate her mentally

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

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

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