This is a song about "Downhill mountain bikes"

Probably sitting there so lonely with a neckbeard and a mountain dew

And no matter what they do, there will never be another you

I’m saving major loot

Downhill is the only route.

Um, wolf gang, that's the fucking clique

Climbin up this mountain your weak

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

Be peddling on bikes to the border flipping bitches like a quarter

Nothing but downhill, now life's a little cheap

Like you never get right? sort of like a black sheep

She in the mountain jeep, always be mouthin me/

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Ain't no mountain high enough, that's gaye

Same shit you said yesterday

Didn't you now, i'm climbing a mountain of track

They napped and slept on me, man, i hate black