This is a song about "Treasure chest moving its head"

The king of comedy heard everythin' that you said

Its the fucking walking dead, killing all em and i'm stocking head

I'm playing cody, smoking stogies, make the rhythm better

Emcees heads in my backseat, keep em as a treasure/

But the plan is to show you that i understand

Im moving so fast im moving right past,

Put your head on my chest

Just say he's the best

Keep it moving with the pine, yeah its my time to shine

Fucking two bad bitches, at the same damn time

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

I could see its shade so clear i seen it in my head

Writin' lyrics previously locked inside treasure chests,

Cum again, invite 'em if you have any fun friends

I bet you like these rap niggas, ain't going to write it better

Looking in the seven seas looking for third eye treasure