This is a song about "Jura mountains"

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

That's why i get cut like i don't fuck with the coach knees

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

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

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

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and

Shootin out the ground and mountains round like an enormous geyser

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Dropping my gunor as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun

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

On the highest of mountains

Cause we been off them slave ships

Love to keep bakin new pies, strapin the scrapes off the side

Elevating constantly until i'm at a mountains height

Hey mr. coach, i don't like you

I'm drinkin' coors, my mountains are blue