This is a song about "Rock hill"

For real, a nigga ill

I'm a climber, my wish the hill

True, indeed, i don’t rep no block

Cause baby you're my rock

At bunker hill hot summer,

Huh, i can't interpret her

Including fox hill and 27th street

Will i, succeed, paranoid from the weed

Im the main one falling down the hill

Meanin’ i don’t play ‘cause wale is ill

So see it ain't a mistake if i don't climb up this hill

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

Aw shit, no, that was eminem and cyprus hill

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

I wanna chill on sugar hill baby