This is a song about "Money hussling woman and lil key"

I bring you the key to your struggles and your strife

Cause i get it, no charge, and bbc for the low price

I grew up looking up to niggas that was selling coke

And i be good til the fat woman sing a note

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

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

But respect is more real, and ambition is my true key

Every man woman and child, dead, from a shot to the head,

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

You ain't gettin' dough, don't even come around them

Locked his woman into a vent there and then,

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

And every woman looking at you knew that you was kinda lucky

And pleads the key of mercy,

Cause i ain't worriedeyes blurry