This is a song about "Dan hill"

So see it ain't a mistake if i don't climb up this hill

While we sweating you dripping wet from what your body spill

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

Dan ghostt with the heavenly forces that wraparound him.

Aw shit, no, that was eminem and cyprus hill

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

I used to be the most humble until

Cannonball, brawls, fall off the hill

Meanin’ i don’t play ‘cause wale is ill

Like a snow ball running down a hill

Bitches love me out houston like spinach dip

Hill in this bitch i emit you omit.

And i make music for the fuck of it, no fame

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

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

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free