This is a song about "Mountain bikes"

Be peddling on bikes to the border flipping bitches like a quarter

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Load em up quick, it's time for us to spray

Ain't no mountain high enough, that's gaye

So, i begin to sip on mountain bay gay rum

I put on for my city i should ball with vick and them

It's never late, we celebrate soon as your papers done

I finally found them, after standing on top of the mountain.

I'm modest, and humble

My mountain is untouchable

Without the racist hicks and ghetto thugs jackin' bikes,

Blinded by all these street lights, up late, can't sleep nights

Its been a long time comin, i should hang with you

Sipping on some mountain dew, cones i've had a few