This is a song about "Hills"

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

But you niggas too weak, but just give me 2 weeks and i'm good

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

I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares i caught, go to sleep

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

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

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

Nobody gave a fuck and moved over the hills

Or smoke some purp take a percocet and xanax and chill

Aint no hills that can stop us from me caring still

Everything at ease, you in double m g presence

Everyone getting suspicious after the sun hides behind the hills

I'm throwing them rocks back, with the fury of bullets

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

Pg, riverdale, largo, temple hills

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips