This is a song about "The andes mountains"

Aroma, strong enough to bring ‘em outta coma

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

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

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Pass the henn and that ice, i'm on a track with 'pac nigga

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

And even when it's dark out, the sun is shining somewhere

Who endorse them, should pull the plug and stick a fork in them

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

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

But after hearing mathematics he was water for my quenching thirst

I quit the shit, i might get high with you

I'm drinkin' coors, my mountains are blue

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace

While our ancestors moved mountains, blazed, and split the seas,