This is a song about "Keys and locks"

See my team has hella cars, i got a couple knots

Walk in say high to the dude wearin dread locks

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

Keys on the keyhole overhead/ and an ipod in/

It's rooted in the money that still locks the nation,

She gon have a baby then flee from her education

And i'm somali so i guess i'm just tryna eat bread

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

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

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

It's rooted in the money that still locks the nation,

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

Semis rip bodies to shreds as crooks die behind rusty locks

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs