This is a song about "Hill"

I like my glasses filled, as if it has to spill

Aw shit, no, that was eminem and cyprus hill

While we sweating you dripping wet from what your body spill

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

Including fox hill and 27th street

Will i, succeed, paranoid from the weed

Too focused, one word, righteous

I'm like b real cos my hill is cypress

But that's what he liked her

At bunker hill hot summer,

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

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

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

Chillin on a hill like two villians switchin feelings

.......man whats a hill to a mountain,

So now she picks up the gun