This is a song about "Money and my bousin lil key and my choppas"

Cant let my soul free its locked up and my demons through away the key

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

I’m trying to go though, y’all already know though

Even when the skies is grey, and my money was low

Whole ride hazy tell her don't drive crazy

Hidden within my mind with a platinum key.

You ain't know nothing about me and my money

And this baby daddy, is new to the family

Or just another one of my black jesus traps

I got money my crew and all the fans

I got money mind and money on my wrist

So the fuckin' school suggested me a therapist

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

Searching for the scroll and key, so i clutch my rosary,