This is a song about "Door knob"

And slid back north of course to pen more

Fucking hell, where's the door?

Pine-green foams, they may never see the store

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

Knowing i can go wherever and get 8 more

As he blocks bullets with the heli door

Every time girl knocked, boy hit the door

So tell me why are we at war

Could just walk right out that door

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

Just searching for the perfect shot

Bank on that shit dawg i'm stroking my knob.

Searching for fortune and famethe one thing we all adore

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

// [when you walked through the door]

Look, viewin life from the 36th floor