This is a song about "Mountains and cash"

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

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

Quietly becoming a top tier

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

Nigga, you pull over, fuck a rover range

First off i was alive and bad as ever, i believed in bribing cash.

I need me an engine that go real fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul ass

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

Yo, i used to live in the mountains

On the highest of mountains

The jiggas and the tips

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

We all commit sin, counterfeit stash and cash crops

Yo ya boy spent his cash on hash and hip hop

Picture that and they ain't fire not a single shot