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

And i know that your supply

She ordered dat pastrami on rye

Well the d is missing scramble you like an egg

And i'm somali so i guess i'm just tryna eat bread

Amen, they say you only live once

Tyrannous regimes, heatin' coals, black diamonds,

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

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

You think you're hard boiled? fucker you're an easter egg

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit, dead

Turn money into diamonds and gold

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

Writin' lyrics previously locked inside treasure chests,

Bands on top of bands, got me fuckin’ her and her friends

She tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

Riper than italian rye