This is a song about "The hills"

Ain't no women at the shows

The more battles the better the flows

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares i caught, go to sleep

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

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

I'm murdering instrumentals cause i rap with the conscience

California house in the hills, big windows no blinds

You can try to rewind time, but in your hearts and your minds

Steepen hills and silence sounds, we fostered throughout daydreams

Goin crazy, i might be no sleep having light dreams

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

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

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned