This is a song about "Mount"

She leave her hair in the sink

Of fucking mount everest

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

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Wrap around 'til they hit the ground and they hear a sound

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

She likes the way it hits her lips

Atop mount everest then slit her wrists

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

Mount olympus is quiet until i go and start a riot

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

Watch them hoesall you niggas out therebeware these lyin ass scandalous bitches