This is a song about "King mountain"

Trickin’ shit for kids and you know i dont need no cereal

I'm on a mountain screamin' at people that this is my steeple

And it smells like burger king.

Energized and still going

Niggas that guided me through

No, scratch that, mountain dew,

Ass mountain scouting for my mind although without i

Now everybody put your hands up high

Champaign by your tub, rose pedals as she walk, you know the floor don't need to see you

Probably sitting there so lonely with a neckbeard and a mountain dew

I'm feelin like a king,

You know what i'm saying

Gonna be the flexed zig king

Let my angel sing