This is a song about "Climbing hills"

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

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

And you'll be in the purpule hills

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

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

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

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

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

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

Never wanted so bad for 2pac to be alive

California house in the hills, big windows no blinds

Yeah, right, get over here faster

I'm climbing up this ladder

Climbing chutes and ladders to try and prevail in battles

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups