This is a song about "My tresure"

The wrong drink, the right work

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

That is my wish, my fantasy.

Now in the courtroom, many men are being doomed

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

Got my head in my hands.

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

The people scared of annihilation when kingdom come

To have my name engraved is my crave till my grave x2

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------

Speaking heart with a conscious, talking to you