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

Open door, for you to formally explore more.

My visions that i record, the instruments i adore

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for

I remember one time me and my crew sore this whore

Touching on that ass, tryna get a feel

"open the door, fucker, im here"

At least not until my mom leaves

They're pulling your sleeve, don't believe

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

Jacking to some fucking whore whacking on the door

Grew up in the jungle where it's killers at war

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

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

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