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

Of twelve shot pound nigga po via pia

You had a new clear heart. guess i was hiroshima

Fuck it! i go until my 40 millionth encore

I took a step into my new classroom door

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

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

I got sexy ladies all over the floor

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

Fuck fame, i love my fans just a little more

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

And for the time being lets me in love with the moment

My master plan opens a door unopened/

Like the nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze

The more small people at your door like please can i receive