This is a song about "Mountains and cash"

They dubaleing to me. bawo ni to my ladies

What i spend my cash on, my nikes and big tees

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

If you knew my past and you knew my cash

Baby, you got that super bass

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Respect cash and its powerful guarantee

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

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

And all women who had no cash can now see

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

And cash money supermarket like seth,

Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs