This is a song about "Beverly hills"

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

Although weight gets you paper, i pray you're weighing your options

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

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

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

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

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

Nudies and some j six, where i’m from it’s cold

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

Pg, riverdale, largo, temple hills

Harder to escape the jail cells and bills

For a property in hollywood hills

My rhyming skills are mine and ill, i'll leave you climbing hills,

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

By the time you climb the taller hills you'll be able to use it

What the fuck? that's your fucking brother? i ain't with that jerkin' shit