This is a song about "Behind these doors"

The glare makes me hard to find

Leaving all this behind

Banging out niggas with attitude

Suicide doors onna black coupe

Shit, they'll put the dogs in the truck

Keep your doors locked and your windows shut

I put these poems all in these songs

Rummaged through the cupboards and doors

She clutched me from behind

And relax you mind

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

With hi-tek on the score, once more, of course

Really though i'm lebron, really don't got my mind

Behind these eyes lies a mind not confined

And the hugs from behind

Good help is hard to find