This is a song about "Key stone"

And losin all his money

The squad on lock no key

You a game hater, and you call yourself a rolling stone,

You cowardly-hearted, you couldn't make it on your own

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I’m tryna be low key

Birkin' baby, go merk 'em baby

Not whether you can shot a key,

But once i get that key

C’mon and let’s chill baby

Think you're rock hard? i'll use you as a steppin' stone

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Lickin fast-food wrappers, the cap-stone capper

Stop blowing up my cellphone

Gold plate wit dat rine stone