This is a song about "Mount"

Seeing as i can full mount your bitch too many times to count

And me and them rappers we don’t share no common ground

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

Top it, climbing mount everest, prime time fucka, gonna bring out the best of this

Of fucking mount everest

That ice be onto my neck and wrist

Mount you like a trophy, i'm the grizzly to your yogi

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

Mount olympus is quiet until i go and start a riot

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

Screw a chick, go outside and give the coupe a kiss

Atop mount everest then slit her wrists