This is a song about "Sugar smacks"

Coat, coat it with sugar,

That's what rains for

Blowing stones, froze, icing sugar up my nose/

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

You're the reason i can stand tall, me and my girlfriend

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

Baby when i like that, i know it's crazy

I wanna chill on sugar hill baby

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

& with thunderous raps i throw lighting in smacks

Dope sneakers and dope speakers for fly cats

Took the van, went snatch her

Sugar coating my rueger,

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

I've been confused, out of my mind lately