This is a song about "The andes mountains"

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

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

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

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

Saw the bombs on the news

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Run a cartel like a real rick ross

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

Higher than a pair of falcons over mountains

Yeahehehehe nigga, we be the ballin player-ass nigga

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the