This is a song about "Buscador de oro"

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

De ja vouz, i could vision my killa crew, more hospitable, consciously

Inspired by that ganja most 9-to-5ers just can't afford

Fakes try to put me on de-frost, they be glossed,

And eventho tha tints locced, i'm rollin in de honda/

Room service, the moon been worthless once apparent to your aura

Slick rick, de la soul, and rakim spit sicker,

Now i'm shinin in the broad, day-light - go figure

Wish i get i could produced by scoop de-ville, no need to take pills

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

So pon de replay, rihanna quit talking.

The feds slower than a can pouring