This is a song about "Mountains and cash"

We all commit sin, counterfeit stash and cash crops

Fat rhymes every time, bitch, roseanne bars

It's moe, all i need is more chips

On the highest of mountains

Bitch, you tried to play me like a dummy

Respect cash and its powerful guarantee

You, you, you have to pay for that

And still make you pay cash from your wallet,

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

Higher than a pair of falcons over mountains

And if you or anyone else ever comes near my cash

Me and my nigga wale let them suckas pass

While half my mental belongs in a cage

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

But this real, fuck how you feel

Like money, cash, and shit all was real