This is a song about "No mountains"

No one no where no why no how

I know i'm runnin' through your head now

I like my hoodies fucked with lame

No more money, no more fame

No affiliation

Or babies they raisin

No lames, no lies, no compromise

Fresh ass mike's, my rollie on ice

I wish i’ll never see you again

No set trip, no color claim

No groom husband, no bloom

And her smile lit up the room

I'm murdering instrumentals cause i rap with the conscience

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

Fucked your broad cause my game tight, sit ringside at the main fight

Elevating constantly until i'm at a mountains height