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

A treasure barely retrieved,

Even when y'all deep, y'all still all sweet

Leasin' a vehicle quick enough to see people that don't even exist yet

When some shit pops in my head, my mind is crazy, hops, drops, and flops until its dead

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

Because of the feds as we pledge to let our plague spread

All this weight im moving

Straight g thing, double m g thing

Writin' lyrics previously locked inside treasure chests,

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

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

Tree is moving because its windy

This that new, from the city, you ain’t heard yet

Until the drumming is stuck n' its numbing my head

My head feels like its gonna burst

I woke up screaming, fuck the world