This is a song about "Everest"

Higher than everest on dro, that's my skill level at rapping

From los angee area anytime i'm fucking landing

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

It aint funny, they got money bags stacked higher than everest

Of fucking mount everest

I'm ready to hit 'em with this gift

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

Top it, climbing mount everest, prime time fucka, gonna bring out the best of this

On point like the mt. everest tip

Free earl, that's the fucking shit

And if i everest, i won't die old/

But for long time i had gone cold

Atop mount everest then slit her wrists

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

Heart like a mountain....everest and i had to climb

Step in the club and it's all eyes, champagne i sip mine