This is a song about "Treda hill"

Lovin how i got you niggas crazy

I wanna chill on sugar hill baby

The way we blow that shit up, call it hamburger hill,

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

Hands on the pump, makem jump when its cocked backfuckem all they're bitches inside a world of weak

Falling down a hill thats 90 degree steep, to nice, cant keep a little for my heap

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

Won't heat or burn me, i'm the coolest nigga here

Cause joeyy alexx hill got hella money in the bank account

My eyes only see deez, that's why i'm young and burnt out

.......man whats a hill to a mountain,

So next time i come, i'll bring you one

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get

Hill in this bitch i emit you omit.

My pistols represent mebust until my rounds emptyback for the street fame

I went from honor roll to on a roll down hill, the crashing gave me some back pain