This is a song about "Mr hills"

Everybody seems to misread every sentence

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

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

I'm murdering instrumentals cause i rap with the conscience

And don't stop consider why these hills are withered and

But she's not alonemiss independent

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

Everyone getting suspicious after the sun hides behind the hills

For a property in hollywood hills

Harder to escape the jail cells and bills

Chillin in the library ayee mr daggs

In my own class, bitch i got them cold raps

I'm bout to stick the whole game up with no gun

So mr. rebel manages a hell evasion

See with a district columbia vision

*devil* big assignment, mr. hutchison,