This is a song about "Hills"

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

I'm on the verge of excellence kill em off with no evidence

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

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

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

Your heart literally is what i do want for lunch

California house in the hills, big windows no blinds

Who know this be the life that i really live

Steepen hills and silence sounds, we fostered throughout daydreams

Cause i disregard the white dress and the perm weave

Nowadays usually it's his pockets

Nobody gave a fuck and moved over the hills

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

Nudies and some j six, where i’m from it’s cold

See i ain't tryna think about no phone bills

And you'll be in the purpule hills