This is a song about "Chino hills"

Use my watch as a pawn to get your queen took

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

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

And you'll be in the purpule hills

Young chino i go hard in the paint

Ima lay it down and have myself a taste

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

Mommy found out i’m paying everybody bills

Everyone getting suspicious after the sun hides behind the hills

I'm murdering instrumentals cause i rap with the conscience

Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice

California house in the hills, big windows no blinds

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

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

Steepen hills and silence sounds, we fostered throughout daydreams

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze