This is a song about "Mountain mix"

They bringing me fish and chips

"money and blood don't mix

But i get you, i bang with you the long way

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

But i'm fuckin' hungry so every track i make's a meow mix.

* ron isley harmonizes throughout but sings no real lyrics

Climbin up this mountain your weak

For the low that nine cheap

For honey, i will live, be a father for the kids

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Upon other limbs it's looking like a bag of chex mix

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

I'm trying to let the force be with you, i get you

I'm a mix, i'm all the same.

Parking lot of the blue flame