This is a song about "Behind these doors"

Battlefront abingdon street breaking down their doors

I'm singin poems for supporters of my songs

Behind these eyes lies a mind not confined

And screaming i guess them nightmares as a child

She clutched me from behind

To my unborn child

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Hello protractor, i crack your teeth with doors,

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

Music is my first, but i contemplate divorce

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

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

Good vibes, keepin my hood behind my mind so that these vibes stay high,

I swear i put this shit down without a gimmick or lie

Who's behind the man behind the curtain? foxy

Puffin’ on that garlic, cigar full of marley