This is a song about "Hill"

Baby, ain't saying names but we not the same

Cypress hill, insane in the brain, changed the game,

Cause joeyy alexx hill got hella money in the bank account

You know i'm tryna kill that shit, make sure that urn is out

Get wit' memotherfucker don't sleep

Including fox hill and 27th street

But little old me with the few facts that i speak

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

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

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

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

I love that hour glass shape you got up on that frame

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

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

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

Sign a cdbut right now, does it look too shabby, t?look down can't even see my feet