This is a song about "Penn hills"

Nobody gave a fuck and moved over the hills

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

Big said it, more money more ills

Pg, riverdale, largo, temple hills

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

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

The fence they was on about my rap skills

And you'll be in the purpule hills

You worthless kid. nigga don't deserve to live

California house in the hills, big windows no blinds

Steepen hills and silence sounds, we fostered throughout daydreams

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

My rhyming skills got you climbing hills

I only got four minutes

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

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