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

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

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

Educate and create a way to hide your treasure

Whether any weather, nobody doing it better

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Trip, and then you never snitch

I’m gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket

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

Spiritual, fool's gold

All this paper i fold

Milk mustache and a bloody nose

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

I got 800 invisible men

Stackin that lettuce since way way back when

Tyrannous regimes, heatin' coals, black diamonds,

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was