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

But like the diamonds and gold

Where i from, it get cold

Women front, they get its cold

Spiritual, fool's gold

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Educate and create a way to hide your treasure

While i ride this maserati, rick and his best friends

Writin' lyrics previously locked inside treasure chests,

I shine like something in the sky

She ordered dat pastrami on rye

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

Huh, big syke he be ready for whatever

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

My swagger's straight through the roof, bitch

I'm wolf, ace gon' put that fucking hole in my head

Well the d is missing scramble you like an egg