This is a song about "West hills cross country"

Ya weed quiet, you broke, y’all eaten lean pockets

Nobody gave a fuck and moved over the hills

And you'll be in the purpule hills

And god blessed me with a lot of patience

What them tippers don't see

Hustle for dis country money

For four hundred plus yearsyou should be scared

Faking the be best saying you from the west

That damier bag i bought her

Yeah, they call me country grammar

My rhyming skills got you climbing hills

By the water, au revoir to my audience

A military mind mean money

Is in another country

And i still look less fresh than kanye west

That's why i never claimed i was the best