This is a song about "Beverly hills"

My rhyming skills got you climbing hills

Big said it, more money more ills

And you'll be in the purpule hills

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

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

Aint no hills that can stop us from me caring still

Seen a show with marvin gaye last night, it had me shook

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

Niggas in jerusalem, waitin for signs

California house in the hills, big windows no blinds

For a property in hollywood hills

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

Tired of sifting through my mail i feel like cartwright, bills

Nobody gave a fuck and moved over the hills

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

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience