This is a song about "Treasure hunt"

Cause they right down the street

A treasure barely retrieved,

Don't need an x to mark it, know where i put my treasure

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

I wrecked her treasure because i'm ribald

I'm so intact so i stay sharp

Rollin blunt after blunt, prowlin down town on that big booty hunt,

And you nervous cause ya ass probably feel different

I'm throwing them rocks back, with the fury of bullets

And un-tether 'n' treasure your feather wings

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

I'm always sunny, wild card bitch, in the hunt

If you ever feel alone and

Back up on the old hunt,