This is a song about "Mountain men"

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

Made a million with the pen

Don't be ashamed he makes mice of men

I'm raymond for rap when it's raining men

Dress pimping-like and toast like less when

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

Makes me sleep and blown by men.

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

No days off and that's even on a snow day

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

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men