This is a song about "Hill"

Touching on that ass, tryna get a feel

I'm a king of that hill,i'm keeping it real

Cannonball, brawls, fall off the hill

For real, a nigga ill

I'm gon remember her, but still

I'm a climber, my wish the hill

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

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

Chillin on a hill like two villians switchin feelings

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

The way we blow that shit up, call it hamburger hill,

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

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

I like my glasses filled, as if it has to spill