This is a song about "Smoking a zoot on top of a hill"

And i'm tryin to use the phone, but they makin noiseman i wish i had my glock, cause it's major

I'm a crack-a-lator, an agitator, on top of a masturbator, posing as a vibrator.

Cos i'm a winner,on top win/

She smiles; a niggas full of passion

This where the haters is, this why they hate us here

I'm a king of that hill,i'm keeping it real

On top, a former cop was shot with a coke snorters glock

And your loves in hindsight and you see everything its not

Smoking on that quarter o jay, pop a blotter

I never use a fork i always spoon her

She blushed, the clothes came off, and i bust heri'm up now, ready to get drunk on the block

With some white dust from wings i crushed back in the knack/ and a rack of spices i pour on top/

Smoking on that quarter o jay, pop a blotter

The devil at the dance hall thirsty for a partner