This is a song about "Beverly hills"

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Nobody gave a fuck and moved over the hills

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

And i got nieces who need me they fathers ain't important

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

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

These chalance give me balance

And you'll be in the purpule hills

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

But you niggas too weak, but just give me 2 weeks and i'm good

Steepen hills and silence sounds, we fostered throughout daydreams

And you are to serve the consequences of your evil schemes

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

Everyone getting suspicious after the sun hides behind the hills