This is a song about "Hill billys"

Wale, spitta, 9th wonder

At bunker hill hot summer,

When big lips is in the attic armed with an addict's arm

These things take your life down hill faster than the autobahn

Aw shit, no, that was eminem and cyprus hill

Loud pack, i propel. burgandy, out to kill

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

.......man whats a hill to a mountain,

Let me rideuntil i get free

I wanna chill on sugar hill baby

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

Im the main one falling down the hill

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

It's terminally, permanently, seriously ill

Meanin’ i don’t play ‘cause wale is ill

I'm a climber, my wish the hill