This is a song about "Door man"

And i don’t wanna be a playa no more

A man around 40, he answers the door,

Semi's on the floor, please shut the door/

So tell me why are we at war

Like catabolism who just breaks down the door

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

Not relying on the light no more

Fucking hell, where's the door?

All your education goes straight out the door

Gorgeous, the funky four horsemen and one more

You want beef? we'll start a gulf stream war

// [when you walked through the door]

She leave her hair on the floor

Cause once a whore steps through my door

Befo they wanna see the big man headed out the door

My ambition is ammunition if this is war