This is a song about "The hills"

Tired of sifting through my mail i feel like cartwright, bills

And i got cheeks so apple red they'd make her run for the hills,

Steepen hills and silence sounds, we fostered throughout daydreams

Yeah, you swear your girl is faithful; everything ain't what it seems

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

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

I bring the heat like the

So when ya see me nigga

Stuntin' for the fuck of it, i ain't with the sucka' shit

By the time you climb the taller hills you'll be able to use it

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

My rhyming skills got you climbing hills

Big said it, more money more ills

Use my watch as a pawn to get your queen took

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