This is a song about "Mountains"

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

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

And everybody grieves, but still nobody seesrecollect your thoughts don't get caught up in the mix

Sinkin shots like i was drinkin non-stop, your shankin and cuttin hapin to head for the mountains

- the mountains fell as seas were ragin when the beast awakened

Harder than my dick when taylor swift is in my basement

Like gods creating mountains just for us to fucking die

Working out 9 to 5 keeping them babies fly

Look this the joint that could get me the spins

Higher than a pair of falcons over mountains

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

See, my bitch is imported - she came from overseas

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

I'm racing pacing these mountains, chasing that evasive fountain