This is a song about "Sking down 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

And you'll be in the purpule hills

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

They just go around

// [but i won't back down]

And don't stop consider why these hills are withered and

When it comes to beef it becomes a talent

Walk on with your scars, don't turn around

I'll be swinging going down

// [but i won't back down]

My name is timb aka thomas crown

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

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

My rhyming skills got you climbing hills

So here i am at the store for some chips