This is a song about "Keys and locks"

Spelling bees, scraping knees, losing keys

E-t-i-h, w's, double d's on her knees

Palms sweating and heading to crack keys

Cause there could never be peace

Bread spread n' now we dread locks

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

Heart and soul to death, she rushes to the bathroom door and locks it

Straight out my mind, and down through the keys.

Got tired of running from the police

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

And my niggas sell them keys if you can't open your door

Searching thru a never ending loop of keys, all for different locks..

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

Now me and my homies got the keys to the nation

My talent should take me places i've never been