This is a song about "Door hand"

I'll smack you with either hand

And i ain't trying to land

No ho, acquainted with the floor

You showed me to the door

Follow your heart you’ll make that fast

With a blunt in there hand,

I'm understanding that bull like a matador

I'll ring your bell like i'm goin door to door

You ain't gotta worry no more

As he blocks bullets with the heli door

Every time girl knocked, boy hit the door

And i don’t wanna be a playa no more

Jeans rolled up switch blade in my hand

600 benz, house six hundred grand

I ain't happy with the score

// [when you walked through the door]