This is a song about "Door hinge"

Reincarnated bitch even worse than before

Walkin in and out of that sliding door

I'll be tapping both ways like a salesman goin' door to door,

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

With dorhinge (door-hinge), which swings 'n' flings, correlating to the physics of wings,

When i drop the science political activists tell me to stop the violence,

And there's little to be glad for

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

Im seated by the floor

Banging on the back door,

As he blocks bullets with the heli door

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

Of impactful things one can ask for

Every time girl knocked, boy hit the door

The shit that i spit is more

You showed me to the door