This is a song about "Door nob"

// [when you walked through the door]

You ain't gotta worry no more

Girl, what you grabbing cash for

Banging on the back door,

You showed me to the door

Something worth dying for

That's why you'll find her on the floor

A man around 40, he answers the door,

Not one j got a pair or more

Cause once a whore steps through my door

Now our friendship got kicked out the door

So tell me why are we at war

No ho, acquainted with the floor

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