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

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

It’s a party in my pants and you invited with all that dance

I wanna chill on sugar hill baby

Lovin how i got you niggas crazy

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Blowing stones, froze, icing sugar up my nose/

Im the dark knight on a sugar hype.

I'm feeling like things gon' be alright

I wanna chill on sugar hill baby

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

I left the city for a minute but it's still on my back

But you won't be able to survive the smacks of the rap pack/

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

The golf wang hooligans, is fucking up the school again