This is a song about "Behind these doors"

They left the keys to the brand new porsche

Slammed closed doors and crammed posed floors

I'm the lord who hauls souls to the doom doors

Music is my first, but i contemplate divorce

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

It gives us peace then all in the town is quiet

Leaving all this behind

Fine young man with an old man mind

Before your roll get popped

I always left doors slammed and locked,

Rummaged through the cupboards and doors

And of course, my car's off course

Hello protractor, i crack your teeth with doors,

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

To inspect subversive pests behind these curtain threads