This is a song about "Door hinge"

Fuck fame, i love my fans just a little more

As he blocks bullets with the heli door

You showed me to the door

No ho, acquainted with the floor

As i sit and think im thinking fuck the president kill him with no evidence

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

Sure runnin' like i'm heavy hardcore

I watched you walk out that door,

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

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

Lay ya ass down on god's green floor

// [when you walked through the door]

I'm understanding that bull like a matador

Walkin in and out of that sliding door

And i don't run counters no more

Saw somethin happenn next door