This is a song about "Fold mountains"

And thinkin 'bout it, i'm goin and gettin another one

I'm racing pacing these mountains, chasing that evasive fountain

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

This amazing voice within your choice to check or fold.

Where i from, it get cold

My greatness and surely fold

I saved her number just in case but now it’s case closed

Your flow is worn out like those clothes that your trying to fold

Without a doubt, a sure-fire way to get your mother fucked

- the mountains fell as seas were ragin when the beast awakened

Elevating constantly until i'm at a mountains height

Yeah this the illest bitch alive, i love her freaky side

Shootin out the ground and mountains round like an enormous geyser

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her