This is a song about "Beverly hills"

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

My rhyming skills got you climbing hills

And you'll be in the purpule hills

Harder to escape the jail cells and bills

Aint no hills that can stop us from me caring still

Mass appeal,and this bag i hit got me alaskan chill

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

She likes the way it hits her lips

Pg, riverdale, largo, temple hills

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

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

And guess what there is no running to the hills cause your dead and i'm the cause