This is a song about "Hill"

Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again

I went from honor roll to on a roll down hill, the crashing gave me some back pain

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

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

Including fox hill and 27th street

I pray the lord my guns to keep

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

And i move across your membrane, you loose against my insane

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

Falling down a hill thats 90 degree steep, to nice, cant keep a little for my heap

When she was pregnant i'm surprised i ain't retardedat night i can't sleep, count sheep

These things take your life down hill faster than the autobahn

As: i’m layin’ in the cut waitin’ for your mom

But that's what he liked her

At bunker hill hot summer,