This is a song about "Hoilday hills"

California house in the hills, big windows no blinds

Niggas in jerusalem, waitin for signs

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

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

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

The dilemma is, you think i got no conscience

And you'll be in the purpule hills

They bringing me fish and chips

Steepen hills and silence sounds, we fostered throughout daydreams

Cause i disregard the white dress and the perm weave

Though i'm chasing dreams i don't ever care for sleeping much

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

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

And guess what there is no running to the hills cause your dead and i'm the cause

Momma chillthug livin pay the bills

For a property in hollywood hills