This is a song about "Keys"

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

I won't tell your secrets like i'm alicia keys.

A flock uh waka talking on my walkie hit that bitch take her car keys

A favorite of my homies when we floss on our enemies

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

Ain't shit phasing me, spitting dope like i'm cloaked in keys

I've been sitting here tapping on my keys, staring at the clock.

I skip to places, smiling faces, while you fucking walk

Got tired of running from the police

Spelling bees, scraping knees, losing keys

She prayed on me passing that bar

I grabbed my keys, ran straight to my car

Keys on the keyhole overhead/ and an ipod in/

I'mma go to war with the devil 'til we're even

Is it these keys of mine?

If this is the right time