This is a song about "Cellar door"

Look, viewin life from the 36th floor

You showed me to the door

Now you spell iti say young money bitch forever

When i was 15 the kids at school locked me in a cellar,

Cause once a whore steps through my door

Mo county, va, show is over, encore

Semi's on the floor, please shut the door/

Ima go until my arm's sore

Gold chains, 24, niggas must be shinin' more

And i'm all that, hit the passenger door,

Head game outta control, super heroes on the floor

I'll be tapping both ways like a salesman goin' door to door,

As he blocks bullets with the heli door

I see the bitches calling i just hit ignore

I'm tired of life i'm autta it's door

Right now at 23 i ain't mad at them reds no more