This is a song about "Mountains"

I was playing with guns

On the highest of mountains

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys

While our ancestors moved mountains, blazed, and split the seas,

A lime to a lemon, remind you of the sky

Like gods creating mountains just for us to fucking die

I'm drinkin' coors, my mountains are blue

Grew with disdain though i hate whoever ain't you

And keep my account the same way…fuck outta here

I could run a thousand mountains with the power i feel

Madonna momma, body bottled, you're fine. i'm finer

Shootin out the ground and mountains round like an enormous geyser

The pen, it hits the paper, move mountains, the ink, it drips,

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits