This is a song about "Hills"

My rhyming skills got you climbing hills

Nowadays usually it's his pockets

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

Yeah, inglewoodinglewood always up to no good

Steepen hills and silence sounds, we fostered throughout daydreams

Cause i disregard the white dress and the perm weave

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

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

Aint no hills that can stop us from me caring still

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Nobody gave a fuck and moved over the hills

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

You listenin' to her is leaving you with empty nights

California house in the hills, big windows no blinds

Pop a couple pills, climb a few hills, floatin to the top like a fish with gills,

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