This is a song about "Lost keys"

I can always go home and look down my street

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

Thieves and larceny, they rob your beads and bodily property, your apartment keys

May we all rolland if you don't knowwe got the rap game petroscared cause we bout to release

Cuz golly, you done made it through the fight while squabbling ali

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

All black, khaki jumper, actin' a donkey

Pianist playing with locked keys, calling me cocky

I'm everything that they call nice

Like countries losing their planes like car keys,

Spb dont fuck around with no 8 balls we selling keys

And if we don't we'll have a race of babies

Straight out my mind, and down through the keys.

And i know - there'll never be peace

I grabbed my keys, ran straight to my car

Cause yo ass got me fiending for ya so far