This is a song about "Sking down hills"

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

California house in the hills, big windows no blinds

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

A wife on the runfull of common bluntsunconditionally married

I'm only head over hills when you give ma dick a lick on a peak.

He just throws it around

// [but i won't back down]

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

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

Big said it, more money more ills

And you'll be in the purpule hills

When he see the jugs he will wanna rush to get a quick touch

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