This is a song about "Fuckin low key"

Look, i'm still talking to you baby

A lyrical genius, respect is the key

Cause im on sum g shityoung money

Glory to god he is the key

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

Take the brick road for the blue key

But once i get that key

While i'm making history

Tell me i ain't god's son, nigga mom a virginwe got evicted had to leave the burbs, back in the ghetto

But the good die young and bad slow so i hope u die fuckin slow cause uve made us feel so fuckin low

Not whether you can shot a key,

So gon' and be my dealer baby

It ain't hard to make money

My perception is key,

I’m tryna be low key

I’m a hustla, baby