This is a song about "Close that door"

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

Some old bitch that we did before

Declaring that i don't want you to barge into my door in the middle of it all

This got perfection, it got it all, i'm at the top and i cannot fall

It seems that every second his time will close in,

Athlete mentality so fuck my competition

I close the washroom door hoping for a day without doom

Butterfly bow tie, made my mark like the craters on the moon

Pine-green foams, they may never see the store

So cower when you hear that loud knock at your door,

No that whore on the corner next to the four door

And i don’t wanna be a playa no more

But hey, let's just take that door off it's hinges,

And really don't matter unless y'all coming with

But the park won’t close its not that late

I don't mind if you niggas hate