This is a song about "Hill billy"

But ain't gonna be no stress in here

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

She ever fuck around, she will make a nigga kill

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

At bunker hill hot summer,

I stop and stare at the younger

Cannonball, brawls, fall off the hill

I'm gon remember her, but still

Lady at the frank stand will

Like a snow ball running down a hill

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

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

Middle finger up, give a fuck how they feel

I know we jumped of a bridge, and now billy ain't here,

Aw shit, no, that was eminem and cyprus hill

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill