This is a song about "Fold mountains"

My money don't fold now

Bitches ain't around one thou

Inspiration works two-fold.

And then we'll be ghost

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Bitch i never fold when shit got bloody

This my little brother on my mother's side, our father died

Elevating constantly until i'm at a mountains height

Little girl magic, truth be told, a star in the fold

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

This amazing voice within your choice to check or fold.

And copy what's hot until that goes cold

Can’t tell your girl so she the center fold

Friend or foe, niggas still can't tie the lace though

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