This is a song about "Chino hills"

Steepen hills and silence sounds, we fostered throughout daydreams

Indeed, the flow raw just the same as my levi jeans

Hold it..now thank you for silence

For a property in hollywood hills

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

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

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

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep

Nowadays usually it's his pockets

And you'll be in the purpule hills

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

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

My rhyming skills got you climbing hills

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

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

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips