This is a song about "Closet doors"

Just drop your guns and knock on heavens doors

Music is my first, but i contemplate divorce

They left the keys to the brand new porsche

Parachute in, bust down ya doors

Keep your doors locked and your windows shut

On they car note to go to the club

I always left doors slammed and locked,

True, indeed, i don’t rep no block

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

Looking around in my closet to some dead persons

Was thrown into my closet, to make room for the chef.

The best is that which i accept and nothing less

So i went down south but i ended up north

Hello protractor, i crack your teeth with doors,

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

Ironic cause your lipstick is red, of course