This is a song about "Bobb hill"

I love that hour glass shape you got up on that frame

Cypress hill, insane in the brain, changed the game,

Hill in this bitch i emit you omit.

It's just my fate, let me chill, nah flip

Including fox hill and 27th street

Misdemeanored that twenty bag of weed

Cannonball, brawls, fall off the hill

Lady at the frank stand will

So i spend it real fast, cause i’m tryna sit and chill

Aw shit, no, that was eminem and cyprus hill

The fugees, lauryn hill rocked the mic and big daddy kane,

The golf wang hooligans, is fucking up the school again

Thats why u behind u still the right on the hill...

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

You finally got right? no longer a black sheep

When will i be able to rest upon this hill so steep,