This is a song about "Money dope and keys"

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

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

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

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

This is hiii-power since the eddie bauer, i’ve been popular

And have the vatican blastin "bitches and dope"/

If sam rosen never rolled and malcom never spoke

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

Now me and my homies got the keys to the nation

This high powered cell at the county jailpunk judge got a grudge, can't post no bail, what

So i conceived a scheme/and retrieved the keys/inside my mind and sealed it shut.

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

That i got sexy ladies so back up some more