This is a song about "Door"

Pine-green foams, they may never see the store

Semi's on the floor, please shut the door/

You showed me to the door

That's what rains for

Fucking hell, where's the door?

So tell me why are we at war

Coming to your door, knock knock

Living if she is or not

Might as well, mix it up. im a fashion whore

Like catabolism who just breaks down the door

Gold chains, 24, niggas must be shinin' more

I'm tired of life i'm autta it's door

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

// [when you walked through the door]

And i don’t wanna be a playa no more

A man around 40, he answers the door,