This is a song about "Door mat"

That's just the beginning of war

As he blocks bullets with the heli door

And i don't run counters no more

// [when you walked through the door]

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

Flippin' up dough on the mat like gymnastics,

Thats even better i'm not that into submissive woman

Do you not re-read your shit before you take it to the mat son.

Who thought he got gonorrhea at a laundry mat.

How you gonna look in your son's face and turn your back

I would hate for you to be stranded at the laundry mat, i got your back

Just gettin you a job then i zip that broad tryina get in them walls like ghost dad

Lay ya ass down on god's green floor

// [when you walked through the door]

Gorillas at the door fiends sleeping on the floor

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