This is a song about "Keys and locks"

Poppin' rocks when he locks a glock, shots at the moderates,

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

Pay homage to a god, bitch fall on your knees

Palms sweating and heading to crack keys

Is it these keys of mine?

Slow whine, my gyal, slow whine

Thieves and larceny, they rob your beads and bodily property, your apartment keys

Two middle fingers for the police if a nigga get killed no rat no cheese

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

I still got your letters laying in my dresser drawer

This shit make a nigga wanna get some bread or bust a head

Keys and off i go like a jet about till kill this doctor bet

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

Now me and my homies got the keys to the nation

What a feeling of overcoming the odds

Walk in say high to the dude wearin dread locks