This is a song about "Chino hills"

Aint no hills that can stop us from me caring still

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

And you'll be in the purpule hills

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

Steepen hills and silence sounds, we fostered throughout daydreams

Your bitch kind of ugly but she sure fill up them jeans

You oughta see this, my modded sneaker is often three much

Like soldiers charging up the hills, and dropping agent orange,

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

California house in the hills, big windows no blinds

I just embrace it and take it in within my essence

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

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

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good