This is a song about "Hill"

At bunker hill hot summer,

Mark from kingston was a gun runner

I used to be the most humble until

Aw shit, no, that was eminem and cyprus hill

Including fox hill and 27th street

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

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

Got me shooting at a ghostsome call me crazy

Don’t you be holding back, your love

I'm like b real cos my hill is cypress

But if i threw your fat ass up a hill, you would roll down faster.

I get it crackin' like the lips of a nigger, actor

Scoop pills, 5 g's on a phone bill

Like a snow ball running down a hill

But all i really want is a kiss on the cheek

When will i be able to rest upon this hill so steep,