This is a song about "Fold mountains"

Yo, i used to live in the mountains

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

And i drop top off in a hot cold

So dont you get up and fold

You need more grease in your hair, so they weaves you

I'm drinkin' coors, my mountains are blue

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

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

Hungry for more burgers,anger fold in curlers,but love nurtures

No congressional reppers, no respectable rappers

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

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

And they can't see the tragedy

Bitch i never fold when shit got bloody