This is a song about "On the mountains"

Under ya nose a rose grew with no sun at all

Mirror mirror on the wall on the wall,

While my mom is in the kitchen cookin' up a meal

I could run a thousand mountains with the power i feel

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

Everybody seems to misread every sentence

Angle these beats like a pentagon

Burning up,turn the fan on/

' alright, already, the show goes on

Tats all on my arm, these hoes say i'm that bomb

"hurry up, the cams on,

New message from mom

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

You must have won every pageant in america when you was young

' alright, already, the show goes on

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom