This is a song about "Homeicide hartford"

Check me i be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof

Try to make authentic answers, it's hard enough to keep to my books

Every day's harder, ain't nothin here promised

Niggas think they ghetto? well i'mma be honest,

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

She sing, model, and dance, but can't sit still

And these shape-shifting hoes

Live from the lamont's rose

Like a snow ball running down a hill

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

It's a chordaroy life that i'm living hazy

I wanna chill on sugar hill baby

Kinda ironic coming from a florida orange to be honest

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

I used to be the most humble until

I'm a climber, my wish the hill