This is a song about "Chino hills"

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live

California house in the hills, big windows no blinds

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

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

Nobody gave a fuck and moved over the hills

See i ain't tryna think about no phone bills

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

The little engine that could, this little nigga is good

By the time you climb the taller hills you'll be able to use it

It's hard to live out atlanta with out makin' this a habit

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

Young chino i go hard in the paint

California house in the hills, big windows no blinds

Look, the illest bitch alive, reallest bitch alive

She likes the way it hits her lips

My rhyming skills got you climbing hills