This is a song about "Beverly hills"

Married to this rap shit, tell em' throw the rice

California house in the hills, big windows no blinds

Nobody gave a fuck and moved over the hills

I'm throwing them rocks back, with the fury of bullets

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

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

Underrated that's temporarily for the moment

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

I just embrace it and take it in within my essence

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

California house in the hills, big windows no blinds

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

Pg, riverdale, largo, temple hills

Nowadays usually it's his pockets

Steepen hills and silence sounds, we fostered throughout daydreams

And you are to serve the consequences of your evil schemes