This is a song about "East hill"

Going to east nexy year

A couple of sprites but no beer

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

The best to the least, west to the east, but he's the east coast,

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

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

More clearer than the crystal sky, blue as the beast

Couple white boys out repping for the east

Stepped out on her and she love a nigga still

Im the main one falling down the hill

I wanna chill on sugar hill baby

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Ya'll wife and white knight her

At bunker hill hot summer,