This is a song about "Fold mountains"

My new flow bought hublots below zero

My money don't fold i'm gettin' this dough

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

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

And then we'll be ghost

Inspiration works two-fold.

On the highest of mountains

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks

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

Can't land little roller, i be keeping the fly

Like gods creating mountains just for us to fucking die

Nudies and some j six, where i’m from it’s cold

This amazing voice within your choice to check or fold.

Like the nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze

While our ancestors moved mountains, blazed, and split the seas,