This is a song about "24 po po at my door"

My broad is a trophy

Ajmo pit po toni

Look at my gallery , those who i've challenge are all victims of battery, and forget

But then they'll have an accident and pick up another mani went to the bank to cash my check

God is at my window but the devils at my door

Pine-green foams, they may never see the store

Unless when you look at the mirror on your door

Wish, that he will be bless me with a few more

My levis, they 501, my snapback is hella bent

Come and rap at me the door is open, be my guest

And my niggas sell them keys if you can't open your door

Knowing i can go wherever and get 8 more

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

So cower when you hear that loud knock at your door,

I take a look at the floor, and then i hear the door

And they sore on hatin' reality that i ignore