This is a song about "Keys"

Them ignorant thrashing mothafuckers is my gang

You wanna ride? shit man i'll give you the keys man

Cause i got a big fetish with the feet

It's weak-ful, i don't preach! i tap keys to each beat!

Inside the tent on the beach after swimming out chord, keys

So i give my love to my lady and pray for all these babies

Pianist playing with locked keys, calling me cocky

Puffin’ on that garlic, cigar full of marley

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

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

This audemar on my wrist, got it harder than missed

Grab the keys and head for the receptionist

Cause you must have known, i can't trust the phones

By pressin on keys with blinded eye pokes,