This is a song about "Pills hills"

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Rap skills when i cap kills like gangsters with nap pills

Cotton to silk, motrin to tylenol - three pills

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

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

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence

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

Nudies and some j six, where i’m from it’s cold

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

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

, reload the pills of madness enraged

And i was getting whipped at home in sixth grade

As far as these bars, my flow life sentence

My rhyming skills got you climbing hills

Get off a key like i can’t sing

Go pop some pills or something