This is a song about "Door knob"

And i don't run counters no more

Fucking hell, where's the door?

A man around 40, he answers the door,

You see i gotta go to war

Saw somethin happenn next door

Army stance, ready for war

All your education goes straight out the door

The cp3 of this rap game, i bet my nigga score

The shit that i spit is more

// [when you walked through the door]

Fuck ya'll haters, just open the fucking door

Woodstock though, couple bands on the floor

But we so poor, we got no door,

So tell me why are we at war

I'm tired of life i'm autta it's door

Sure runnin' like i'm heavy hardcore