This is a song about "Mount airy"

I'm ready to hit 'em with this gift

Of fucking mount everest

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

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Cause in the end girl you’re gonna want another round, another round

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

Atop mount everest then slit her wrists

Nowadays usually it's his pockets

Mount olympus is quiet until i go and start a riot

No, i can’t called bitch i’m lying, i don’t use my phone, shit

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

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