This is a song about "Mountains"

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

And thinkin 'bout it, i'm goin and gettin another one

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

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

True to the gamei claim outlaw riderswe give a fuck what they try

Like gods creating mountains just for us to fucking die

Higher than a pair of falcons over mountains

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

Everything at ease, you in double m g presence

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

So i give my love to my lady and pray for all these babies

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

I'm drinkin' coors, my mountains are blue

To the hood: y'all don't need me, i need you