This is a song about "Banjara hills"

California house in the hills, big windows no blinds

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

For a property in hollywood hills

She likes the way it hits her lips

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

I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would

Everyone getting suspicious after the sun hides behind the hills

Everything at ease, you in double m g presence

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

And guess what there is no running to the hills cause your dead and i'm the cause

Play a song, invade a thong, my dick is havin' guts for lunch

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

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

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

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