This is a song about "Mount everest"

On point like the mt. everest tip

The master of this rap shit

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Higher than everest on dro, that's my skill level at rapping

It aint funny, they got money bags stacked higher than everest

You told me life would never, ever, ever get this perfect

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

And if i everest, i won't die old/

Of fucking mount everest

She leave her hair in the sink

Atop mount everest then slit her wrists

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

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

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

That wet wet in my two seaterher nails done, her hair did

Mount olympus is quiet until i go and start a riot