This is a song about "Mountains"

I'm drinkin' coors, my mountains are blue

Cops wanna cuff you, niggas wanna clap you

Heavenly father, martin, malcolm mixed with them lyrics

The pen, it hits the paper, move mountains, the ink, it drips,

Sinkin shots like i was drinkin non-stop, your shankin and cuttin hapin to head for the mountains

About to have another baby, like a rose from the concretegrowing within, blessed with twins

Dc's here, this is where crack lives

Yo, i used to live in the mountains

I'm racing pacing these mountains, chasing that evasive fountain

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

While our ancestors moved mountains, blazed, and split the seas,

Crazed raised off hennesey, tell me will my enemies

All green nigga pick six

On the highest of mountains