This is a song about "A door"

Wear a rubber bust her out and then she's out the door!

My visions that i record, the instruments i adore

Hoping that mama would sympathize cause she broke

I'll mail them to your door and send a note

I close the washroom door hoping for a day without doom

It feel like woodstock in a nigga dressing room

Take some inventory, in this gorge there's a ford engine, door hinge

The only reason that i put up with this moody ass bitch

I took a step into my new classroom door

Fuck it! i go until my 40 millionth encore

I open a door and see demons playin musical chairs

Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

And dream bout you get into your heart core , with a thorn open a door

And the door is closed for a reason, don't hope for the window, you and your friends' know

Creep with methrough that immortal flowthug passion got you tremblinglike death on the row