This is a song about "Door hinge"

The shit that i spit is more

// [when you walked through the door]

Walkin in and out of that sliding door

Fuck it! i go until my 40 millionth encore

A man around 40, he answers the door,

You ain't gotta hit the club no more

Who did it before

You showed me to the door

We used a andy warhol to paint the decor

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

I see the bitches calling i just hit ignore

All your education goes straight out the door

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

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

Now our friendship got kicked out the door

That fire flow the finest women i adore