This is a song about "Paige the noteboo"

The key is the only way

Yeah, i know, that's what they all say

Ain't nothing here minimal

Im the one waring the mussel,

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

Pouring liquor for my niggas that was killed, send em back

Trynna start over like im turning the page paige

While half my mental belongs in a cage

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

If you was, i would climb every other stair, i gotta stare

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

Move like i’m walking with an open case

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave