This is a song about "Closed doors"

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

This doors closed in his mind and locked more or so, he's lost the key

Hello protractor, i crack your teeth with doors,

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

Seven years old in my heart, so i'm stayin' gold

I'm exceeding my limit of drinking, are my eyes closed?

I am not no homophobe, good thing i don't read the post

We won't expose the truth if the motherfuckin' casket's closed,

Just drop your guns and knock on heavens doors

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

The truth shall be told

Rolling blunts with my eyes closed

Best stay away when the door closed

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

Keep your doors locked and your windows secured,