This is a song about "Treasure hunt"

The battle ain't over till the black man sings

And un-tether 'n' treasure your feather wings

Revolvers, automatics, guns stay silent

Times like this i remember the hunt

It's her eyes and smile that looks like sacred treasure

My nigga kato, ready for whatever

A treasure barely retrieved,

Headed for doom, still consumed by the beast

I wrecked her treasure because i'm ribald

Like damn mama the reason i work hard

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

Cause the whoever is the oppressor gets the treasure.

Throw her slightly to the right, so dyke i'm kinda wrong

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

Writin' lyrics previously locked inside treasure chests,

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents