This is a song about "Mountain bikes"

Nigeria inspired the talk drum

.......man whats a hill to a mountain,

Without the racist hicks and ghetto thugs jackin' bikes,

I be way out in cali, got hoes of all types

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

All my bikes are covered in rust,

Heart like a mountain....everest and i had to climb

For a fucking shrink, sheesh, i already got mine

Probably sitting there so lonely with a neckbeard and a mountain dew

Hoping that the material possesions can materialise to a better you

I'm on a mountain screamin' at people that this is my steeple

The root of all evil, is sorta like the roots new sequel

And this money handsome, ain't that a panty anthem

So, i begin to sip on mountain bay gay rum

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

Think i need another play