This is a song about "Hills"

Ore voir to the doubters, and a punt is every challenge

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

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

Frequently taking lives cause they not taking advice

California house in the hills, big windows no blinds

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

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

The fence they was on about my rap skills

Nobody gave a fuck and moved over the hills

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

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

The dilemma is, you think i got no conscience

Think you're fresh? talk to will smith. i've rocked these hills since

And god blessed me with a lot of patience

For a property in hollywood hills