This is a song about "Keys to the street"

No desire to spark beef, light a fire in the dark street/

Listen to your friend get another man for a minute then repeat

But michigan's got the keys to the trinity of rap

I'm fuckin' paramount, i hope they understand that

I stuck my keys in the frosty ignition

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

Oh please,if hiphop opens the door to success its 'cause i got all the keys/

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

The word's on the street so keep your ears to the concrete

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

I need my respect, you can keep all the features

Missiles, do that to the maximum, they're street sweepers,

To watch it chase the kids down the street,

Misdemeanored that twenty bag of weed

To watch it chase the kids down the street,

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need