This is a song about "Mount"

That ice be onto my neck and wrist

Of fucking mount everest

You fronting niggas hate to meet up withbut my crew holdin' duffle bags bitches

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

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

Mount olympus is quiet until i go and start a riot

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

Then you put fertilizer, lyin, spread the shit around

Atop mount everest then slit her wrists

Niggas talk with limited service

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

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