This is a song about "Hill"

I don't know, obviously i disappear

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

At bunker hill hot summer,

Mark from kingston was a gun runner

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

Cannonball, brawls, fall off the hill

Meanin’ i don’t play ‘cause wale is ill

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

Aw shit, no, that was eminem and cyprus hill

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

Chillin on a hill like two villians switchin feelings

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

Dope enough to snort crack and sit the fuck still

To make karma come faster than she normally will

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