This is a song about "Hill top hoods"

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

It's a chordaroy life that i'm living hazy

I'm a climber, my wish the hill

Scoop pills, 5 g's on a phone bill

Even though ghettoes and hoods are part of the local past,

But money never lasts, in fact it's only last

And me and them rappers we don’t share no common ground

Raise a hill place my foot in the sand creating a mound,

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

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

I'm like b real cos my hill is cypress

Maybe i'm on lust well you deserve love

Dope enough to snort crack and sit the fuck still

Aw shit, no, that was eminem and cyprus hill

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