This is a song about "Banjara hills"

My entendres be tumblin’ while you niggas lack balance

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

Like soldiers charging up the hills, and dropping agent orange,

No coach bag if i go with that, snake skin tote that cobra clutch

The fence they was on about my rap skills

My rhyming skills got you climbing hills

Think you're fresh? talk to will smith. i've rocked these hills since

I just embrace it and take it in within my essence

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

Nudies and some j six, where i’m from it’s cold

A wife on the runfull of common bluntsunconditionally married

I'm only head over hills when you give ma dick a lick on a peak.

For a property in hollywood hills

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

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

The dilemma is, you think i got no conscience