This is a song about "Lock and keys"

And my niggas sell them keys if you can't open your door

That i got sexy ladies so back up some more

With intention to lock it up and kill a win

Forever blastin'bitches ain't ready for this thug passion

Cause sporadically damagin' my reputation

In a slump, a vicious wreck, lock and hold the nation,

I grabbed the keys and drove to a detour/kissing and rubbing each other

They just be eager for money they ain't trynna jesus' mother

And scared he married o'hare the moment illinois put him in lock

And your loves in hindsight and you see everything its not

Palms sweating and heading to crack keys

Got tired of running from the police

Grab the keys and head for the receptionist

I'm ready to hit 'em with this gift

Straight out my mind, and down through the keys.

Y'all know that nigga in the movies