This is a song about "Hippy hill"

I'm like b real cos my hill is cypress

Black women hold it down shawty, it's all love

Hustlin in our hoods , slanging nothing but the goods / street to street you will

Never me, see, my destiny ta be forever free, in ecstacy, on a hill

She ain't ever trippin when a nigga ain't around

Raise a hill place my foot in the sand creating a mound,

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get

Hill in this bitch i emit you omit.

See my team has hella cars, i got a couple knots

All you hear in hippy general’s beef are just rifle shots,

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

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

Im the main one falling down the hill

Lady at the frank stand will