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

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

They larry davis me and said i tried to kill a cop

And it's you, can't even front i press ignore

Jacking to some fucking whore whacking on the door

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

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

And dream bout you get into your heart core , with a thorn open a door

Can't use the phonecause i'm sure someone is tappin indid it before

And there's little to be glad for

Cause once a whore steps through my door

"open the door, fucker, im here"

But reality shows ain't real

My god come before this bread

Kill that whore right there in my bed