This is a song about "Keys"

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

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

Pianist playing with #locked #keys, calling me #cocky

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

A lot of women is real, some bitches robin given

I stuck my keys in the frosty ignition

Is all good for nobodyremember gamin' on dumb hotties at chill parties

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

Tryna get inside your mind without that night shift

Grab the keys and head for the receptionist

Straight out my mind, and down through the keys.

That'll do anything that i please

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

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

It's him, it's me, the one holy, prodigy stashing keys like secrete

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed