This is a song about "Missing car keys"

Tell them niggas they slipping

2 weeks later you show up missing

Straight out my mind, and down through the keys.

We can make more, make babies

Like countries losing their planes like car keys,

Like being garbage some type of disease

Got a license, no car

How simple they are

Everyone's mind is missing

I was born to do the damn thing

I'm in my other car

And could i be a star

It’s a fact that i ain’t givin’ up my stacks like that

Cigars in these packet car keys after platinum profit

I'll snatch your girl if you're slipping

Because i was what you’re missing.