This is a song about "Key bourd"

Glory to god he is the key

She going to borrow some money

Running out of patience, but being patients the key

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

Go big; i’m just hoping that this rhyme is low key,

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Once mr. woods was all good, now a nigga only

But respect is more real, and ambition is my true key

So gon' and be my dealer baby

Not whether you can shot a key,

It ain't hard to make money

I got a rappin key.

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Hidden within my mind with a platinum key.

Take the brick road for the blue key

Cause you love me, call me daddy