This is a song about "Killa hill"

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb

These things take your life down hill faster than the autobahn

Got more killa rhymes you just haven't heard em

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

I wanna chill on sugar hill baby

Including fox hill and 27th street

For the whole week, no time for cold feet

Like a snow ball running down a hill

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

Vendetta killa who was once a bed wetter