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

Yet, it is forever and a day to forgive and forget one

Chasing lettuce with rebels avoiding temples no heaven

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

Like a monica skinded with a madonna spirit

Riper than italian rye

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

And copy what's hot until that goes cold

To have this fake fans and diamonds with gold

I say that the pool is closed

Turn money into diamonds and gold

Wet willy shit, pussy i need a minute

I wanna rap for my fans so fuck the loot

What is hittin' for

And diamonds last forever

Looking in the seven seas looking for third eye treasure

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her