This is a song about "Perth hills"

Everybody seems to misread every sentence

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

I just embrace it and take it in within my essence

Nobody gave a fuck and moved over the hills

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

Pg, riverdale, largo, temple hills

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

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

My rhyming skills got you climbing hills

The fence they was on about my rap skills

My city's culture to the game now in existence

Think you're fresh? talk to will smith. i've rocked these hills since

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

And that’s a scary thing, i try to duck em good

Giving niggas the piece of mind to put it to beats

Steepen hills and silence sounds, we fostered throughout daydreams