This is a song about "Mountains and cash"

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

Shootin out the ground and mountains round like an enormous geyser

And i’m making a difference and i’m getting nice cash,

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

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

I always judge a book by the cover, never the page

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

Quietly becoming a top tier

Yo, i used to live in the mountains

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

And all women who had no cash can now see

Do you think i'm crazy, crazy, crazy

Jordan 4 seated floorside sitting with mars

We all commit sin, counterfeit stash and cash crops

No one-half and i hate math

If you knew my past and you knew my cash