This is a song about "Moani gould"

I don't care what it did to them

Im the foremen of the rothschild fortune

Bet your bottom dollar before i'm done

Fuck hollywood fuck fame and fortune

Kickin' this up, got the rhymes in a treasure chest,

Rare shit, trend setting yea i be the best

To going from this to havin' a fortune it seems..

We all kings, give anything to my soft queens

The fortune of a fighter turned phantom as tragic struck his life and

Inspired by women, niggas say that i treat em different

Not too many options when you coming from the projects

Writin' lyrics previously locked inside treasure chests,

Searching for answers, that's human nature, you ain't in the wrong

When i turned my head, to the emptiness, my treasure was gone

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

My souls worth a fortune like it was shimmering gold