This is a song about "Hill"

I wanna chill on sugar hill baby

Fuck sara lee, mrs. smith; you the pie lady

Chillin on a hill like two villians switchin feelings

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

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

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

And keep my account the same way…fuck outta here

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

The fugees, lauryn hill rocked the mic and big daddy kane,

Loud pack, i propel. burgandy, out to kill

Im the main one falling down the hill

Including fox hill and 27th street

You can get ya cash on nigga if ya peep

At bunker hill hot summer,

The choice can be no other