This is a song about "Rock climbing"

Ain't whining, just surviving, ain't hiding, just climbing,

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

They bringing me fish and chips

My rhyming skills got you climbing hills

I left the city for a minute but it's still on my back

Anorak climbing down your chimney fuck yeah bitch santa's black

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

I'm climbing these thin ropes and heightening

You haphazard backstabbers climbing the rap ladder,

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

When you hit rock bottom

It ain't where i been

Man i swear she's bad and she knows

Signin titties at the rock shows

My rhyming skills are mine and ill, i'll leave you climbing hills,

Call of duty mode with these verses, lot of kills