This is a song about "Door hand"

You showed me to the door

Not relying on the light no more

You want beef? we'll start a gulf stream war

Every time girl knocked, boy hit the door

Cause once a whore steps through my door

And you ain't gotta go to war

Is a space that now you hold

Hand to hand in the cold

That i got sexy ladies so back up some more

Now our friendship got kicked out the door

And i'm all that, hit the passenger door,

Woodstock though, couple bands on the floor

We used a andy warhol to paint the decor

As he blocks bullets with the heli door

// [when you walked through the door]

Of impactful things one can ask for