This is a song about "Majestic mountains"

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

Yo, i used to live in the mountains

So i'm a take that rubber off, i wouldn't mind having babies

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

I could run a thousand mountains with the power i feel

While my mom is in the kitchen cookin' up a meal

And everybody grieves, but still nobody seesrecollect your thoughts don't get caught up in the mix

Sinkin shots like i was drinkin non-stop, your shankin and cuttin hapin to head for the mountains

Ya so fine i got to give it to you

I'm drinkin' coors, my mountains are blue

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

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

Im unbeaten, untested, majestic, u a peasant against my perfection

Even if its momentary it is a stride in the right direction,

A lime to a lemon, remind you of the sky

Like gods creating mountains just for us to fucking die