This is a song about "Hill billy willy"

My nigga o that's like my bro without the same damn mom

These things take your life down hill faster than the autobahn

Cannonball, brawls, fall off the hill

I'm gon remember her, but still

She sing, model, and dance, but can't sit still

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

Tupac and slipknot mixed with billy ray cyrus,

Now momma told me be careful who you love

Me and billy got drunk, and shit, we really got into it,

Statistics say that niggas with no father ain't going to be shit

Hey nine ball wanna take a purple pill and roll down a hill,

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

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

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

Just to let you know, you are

At bunker hill hot summer,