This is a song about "Fold mountains"

About to have another baby, like a rose from the concretegrowing within, blessed with twins

Sinkin shots like i was drinkin non-stop, your shankin and cuttin hapin to head for the mountains

I could run a thousand mountains with the power i feel

Tree those niggas, i'm a g to them cause the ogs here

The pen, it hits the paper, move mountains, the ink, it drips,

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

On the highest of mountains

And the v12, that's on various trips

Bitch i never fold when shit got bloody

But if so, i'll take the scorn, indeed happily

Like gods creating mountains just for us to fucking die

And niggas slippin if they think the fucking grip is a lie

Bitches ain't around one thou

My money don't fold now

I'll never break or fold, i'll never end up celled behind bars,

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars