This is a song about "Indian hill boys"

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

Bumping heavy d and the boys

Boys tell me they love me

Oops, i'm so sorry

I'm a climber, my wish the hill

As i light one for ill will

Simply out of this world by choice

I think she's probably done with boys

I wanna chill on sugar hill baby

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Aw shit, no, that was eminem and cyprus hill

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

Then i redecorated, that mean my tables turned

Ill fuckin eat ya live, u an indian, im the cupboard

Including fox hill and 27th street

Now it'll cost you 30 racks to get a verse cheap