This is a song about "Beverly hills"

I saved her number just in case but now it’s case closed

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

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

California house in the hills, big windows no blinds

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

My rhyming skills got you climbing hills

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

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

Steepen hills and silence sounds, we fostered throughout daydreams

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

Pg, riverdale, largo, temple hills

So here i am at the store for some chips

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

All the bad strippers gotta greet me with the government

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

Pop a couple pills, climb a few hills, floatin to the top like a fish with gills,