This is a song about "2 door coupe"

Suicide doors onna black coupe

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Don't violate my patience i'm waiting, to kill a man

Dependin' on how i feel, either the coupe or sedan

A few niggas talk but they do without knowledge

You dudes 2 weak 2 speak learn sign language

Just ride hop up in the coupe

Pockets probably like fried food

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

Because there ain't no coming back from that

Fuck fame, i love my fans just a little more

As he blocks bullets with the heli door

All your education goes straight out the door

Grew up in the jungle where it's killers at war

Fucking hell, where's the door?

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for