This is a song about "Hank hill"

I'm gon remember her, but still

Cannonball, brawls, fall off the hill

Lady at the frank stand will

Like a snow ball running down a hill

At bunker hill hot summer,

And none drum, iller than ninth wonder

I'm a motherfucking beast see me in your sleep

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

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

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

I wanna chill on sugar hill baby

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

As: i’m layin’ in the cut waitin’ for your mom

These things take your life down hill faster than the autobahn

Aw shit, no, that was eminem and cyprus hill

Dope enough to snort crack and sit the fuck still