This is a song about "Perth hills"

Everyone getting suspicious after the sun hides behind the hills

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience

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

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

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

Nobody gave a fuck and moved over the hills

Nowadays usually it's his pockets

Pg, riverdale, largo, temple hills

For a property in hollywood hills

By the water, au revoir to my audience

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

My rhyming skills got you climbing hills

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

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

They bringing me fish and chips

And you'll be in the purpule hills