This is a song about "Closet doors"

Im comin in hard, better shut all your doors

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

Looking around in my closet to some dead persons

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

Rummaged through the cupboards and doors

They left the keys to the brand new porsche

Keep your doors locked and your windows secured,

I bet they thought they'd never see a big gone good

M.o.b.! nigga we ridei hit the charts like a stick-up kid

My tribulations, the causes, the skeletons in my closet,

And there's little to be glad for

We all know she’s a closet whore,

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

Rummaged through the cupboards and doors

I mean that from the bottom of my heart

I always left doors slammed and locked,