This is a song about "U2 songs of innocence"

You could call me a freak, i like to get buck, buck

Some of your songs just left me there star struck

As you niggas, niggas get familiar with the art of loss

And get sick of system shit, pissed is when i'm writing new songs,

Or any grand thefts, man i don't give a fuck

Your songs are the cause of havoc,

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

So give me the key to your innocence

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

It'll cause the frivolous innocence of indigenous

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

Give me the key to your innocence

I'm jumping on board, are you too (u2)? it's a beautiful day

Feeling like these rap niggas ain't as real as they say

I'ma get this girl that be stuffin my bricks

Your innocence, give me the key to your innocence