This is a song about "Chino hills"

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

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

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

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

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

And it’s over for powder ‘cause they movin’ them pills

Don't take more than i can get to prevent waste

Young chino i go hard in the paint

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

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

For a property in hollywood hills

The fence they was on about my rap skills

Steepen hills and silence sounds, we fostered throughout daydreams

Story of cudi, nigga getting out my dreams

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

Tired of sifting through my mail i feel like cartwright, bills