This is a song about "Hill top hoods"

At bunker hill hot summer,

Shade doesn’t matter, heart makes the lover

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

So i spend it real fast, cause i’m tryna sit and chill

And put another half a mil in my bank account

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

Scoop pills, 5 g's on a phone bill

Cannonball, brawls, fall off the hill

Including fox hill and 27th street

Dmv that's on me no days off i don't sleep

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Aw shit, no, that was eminem and cyprus hill

Im the main one falling down the hill

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

These things take your life down hill faster than the autobahn

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