This is a song about "Beverly hills"

See i ain't tryna think about no phone bills

My rhyming skills got you climbing hills

So my outlook's dim and my house is eventually without any heat

I'm only head over hills when you give ma dick a lick on a peak.

Steepen hills and silence sounds, we fostered throughout daydreams

To me playing in the game is worth more than the seats

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

Turn it upside down and open your legs if you're real cold

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

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

So i spend it real fast, cause i’m tryna sit and chill

Aint no hills that can stop us from me caring still

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

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