This is a song about "Money dope and keys"

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote

I'm killlin' off everybody and anybody who calls 2 chainz dope,

And have the vatican blastin "bitches and dope"/

And i be drinking all the brown straight, no coke

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Now me and my homies got the keys to the nation

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

Keys on the keyhole overhead/ and an ipod in/

Triple white ferrari yeah thats the easter bunny

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,

They don't know about the meth, and the smack and the dope,

Had a dream like martin luther, little bit of hope

Keys and off i go like a jet about till kill this doctor bet

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

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