This is a song about "West virginia hills"

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

The dilemma is, you think i got no conscience

All i know is bad bitches, i got finally famous with me though

304 thats west virginia hoe, thats where i started and where i rep bro.

For a property in hollywood hills

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Nowadays usually it's his pockets

My rhyming skills got you climbing hills

Eastside, take them to the west

Riding with the chopper, like it's my friend

Get yours; you know what this about

Repping that west with knock out

It's like a quest, hard as bullets from wild west

I can only love you when you’re undressed

Baby that's how we do it in the west

I'm at the atm, spending like i ain't paying rent