This is a song about "Milk bread lettuce egg cheese loot treasure diamonds gold plunder rye abs odors"

To have this fake fans and diamonds with gold

And copy what's hot until that goes cold

Well the d is missing scramble you like an egg

I'm giving testimonies to strangers i never met

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

I'm sure to get rich

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

It's her eyes and smile that looks like sacred treasure

After the gold prize when i get it you bet ill treasure it

Black foamposites, it's like we on that mobbing shit

Spiritual, fool's gold

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

Like i plunder the high seas, vaguely precisely

Writin' lyrics previously locked inside treasure chests,

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents