This is a song about "In hillwood"

In every thought, in every word

Next to it: stash mattress. under it: cash, bastard

I know my calling's worth like phone card

Shot in the dark, shot in the dark

I get in where i fit in.

And i like the hoes that need passion

Watch you in,watch you in, watch you in, im in for the win

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

In the country , in the villages , in the earth and universe

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

I'm bald bull to my little mac competition

Watch you in,watch you in, watch you in, im in for the win

Shit stress free i ain't even gon' hassle her

In left hand mic,in right a viper.