This is a song about "Mountains and cash"

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

Shootin out the ground and mountains round like an enormous geyser

Die young, corpse identified by your parents

Why do we have to have the cash and funds?

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

And all women who had no cash can now see

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Higher than a pair of falcons over mountains

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

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

And i'll proceed to throw this cash

Right cash, pretty girls nice ass

Took my items to the cash stand, and pulled out my change

I was taught to act my shoe size, never my age

Respect cash and its powerful guarantee

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free