This is a song about "Commodore whore leaves open my door"

I'll be free till i decease to eat my lettuce leaves

So either you dont believe in a nigga dreams

Kick open the door and settle the score

Woodstock though, couple bands on the floor

Call me rap jokes, who leaves fags open, let me rap short son.

Yet, it is forever and a day to forgive and forget one

No that whore on the corner next to the four door

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

And my niggas sell them keys if you can't open your door

Head game outta control, super heroes on the floor

Come and rap at me the door is open, be my guest

Why would i worry? i am forever blessed

Make me throw my diamonds up, bitch, my life was hard knock

Open the door, they scream freeze, melt em--with the lead from the glock