This is a song about "Pine hills"

Wolf gang pete and gon' live, running outta time

When you yell at me and whack me with a pine

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

Play a song, invade a thong, my dick is havin' guts for lunch

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

I saved her number just in case but now it’s case closed

I used to be the most humble until

Aint no hills that can stop us from me caring still

And you'll be in the purpule hills

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

When it's repping time, i get on extra grind

It's always been the pine, to ease my mind,

Hold it..now thank you for silence

For a property in hollywood hills

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

I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would