This is a song about "Behind these doors"

Huh, a metaphor of course

Parachute in, bust down ya doors

Uh, this what's been on my mind

All the people you left behind.

The glare makes me hard to find

And the hugs from behind

Rummaged through the cupboards and doors

They left the keys to the brand new porsche

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit

That doors been closed, and i'm itchin' to latch it.

Now give me what i ask for before i kick in back doors

Bandana p, blow thirds, the 4 take you on all fours

Stand clear of the closing doors, as the train leaves the station

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

Real words...elegant: a piece of art

I always left doors slammed and locked,