This is a song about "Banjara hills"

My rhyming skills are mine and ill, i'll leave you climbing hills,

Everything at ease, you in double m g presence

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

And i got cheeks so apple red they'd make her run for the hills,

Cause innocent women’ll stalk you if you fuck em good

I moved you up to hills, out the ills of the ghetto hood

And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold,

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

She said to love a bitch is to roll the dice

California house in the hills, big windows no blinds

Steepen hills and silence sounds, we fostered throughout daydreams

But for now just roll it up and just become one with the breeze

Everyone getting suspicious after the sun hides behind the hills

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

And don't stop consider why these hills are withered and

Niggas get down for the moment, they ain't for movement