This is a song about "Door waal"

And i'm all that, hit the passenger door,

Woodstock though, couple bands on the floor

The shit that i spit is more

Fucking hell, where's the door?

// [when you walked through the door]

She leave her hair on the floor

Coming to your door, knock knock

The pain don't stop, but my reign don't stop

Army stance, ready for war

You showed me to the door

But we so poor, we got no door,

Not one j got a pair or more

Saw somethin happenn next door

That's just the beginning of war

A man around 40, he answers the door,

Not relying on the light no more