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

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

Looking in the seven seas looking for third eye treasure

Like, pow, that's one jab to the chest, watch how i don't be smackin' his head

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

3 billion guys, competition keeps on moving

Head to toe in thick skin shit its like armour,

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

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

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

You look like monsters, its not in my head.

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red

Thought you said together forever, your my only treasure

Since wale met me he only rode a benz or better

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

Just the perfect time, just to master mine