This is a song about "Hill murray"

I'm like b real cos my hill is cypress

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

Cypress hill, insane in the brain, changed the game,

How i'm brought up, then you probably feel the same

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

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

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

I don't know, obviously i disappear

And in akron, my niggas they would throw things

Chillin on a hill like two villians switchin feelings

I pray the lord my guns to keep

Including fox hill and 27th street

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

Loud pack, i propel. burgandy, out to kill

My nigga conrad murray just balled on him

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win