This is a song about "Mountains and cash"

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Shootin out the ground and mountains round like an enormous geyser

Still stop and i laugh; ma, get them rocks in your ass

And if you or anyone else ever comes near my cash

Respect cash and its powerful guarantee

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

If you knew my past and you knew my cash

1st class hermes, panamera, purp pass

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

I got to make sure that i can play here

Baby got that super bass

And i'll proceed to throw this cash

But still homey keep it real, how does it feel

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

On the highest of mountains

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips