This is a song about "Door store"

To go from sellin’ bags to bottles right out the store

Was on my grind cause times were harder than a cellar floor

Gorgeous, the funky four horsemen and one more

Swagging till i'm too poor, to afford, a rolly from the store

Not one j got a pair or more

// [when you walked through the door]

Summer time, different shore

Bleeding out, with no oxygen in store!

I store archives, bigger then landslides.

My niggas fly niggas, this is jet life

Im seated by the floor

// [when you walked through the door]

// [when you walked through the door]

Lower than my credit score

Not relying on the light no more

You showed me to the door