This is a song about "Mountin men were peple who were trappers and lived in new mexico during the 1800s"

We were raided in the trench lose a couple men but what we do is kill all those

Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most

Its like were overpowered and were gonna die

Die motherfuckin die, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

Were titans clashin, slashin, and mashin the masses

You and i, were a bottle in the sea. allergic stingers on two bees.

Two middle fingers for the police if a nigga get killed no rat no cheese

Now can i take it off yarub my tongue across yai do it so right

All these people who were trying to make me believe there were no bright times in sight

Hotter than all black in mexico, flow colder than the war with ru and us, so

You low zero and i beat all y'all ass in a game of guitar hero

I don't do dishes but i throw away your plates

Reppin' constant hate were 2 new heavyweights

Niggas is working forever my bars

You were the reason i knew who i was.