This is a song about "Killa hill"

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

Like a snow ball running down a hill

And let them lames get your old number

At bunker hill hot summer,

These things take your life down hill faster than the autobahn

When big lips is in the attic armed with an addict's arm

Cannonball, brawls, fall off the hill

For real, a nigga ill

I'm a killa it's true

Nigga, fuck you. yeah, just you

Got me shooting at a ghostsome call me crazy

I wanna chill on sugar hill baby