This is a song about "Doors"

But guarantee all of my women got designer drawers

Now give me what i ask for before i kick in back doors

As the chain swinglettin' shine, no sheenjust my dream

Tricker treat.. trigger threat knock on your doors like its halloween/

I go to my mates and his front doors a gate

I put it to your mug, and it ain’t gonna wait

I'd rather have me no job than no heart

I always left doors slammed and locked,

Im comin in hard, better shut all your doors

Pull up on a stark with enough white to kill a horse

Stand clear of the closing doors, as the train leaves the station

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

Rummaged through the cupboards and doors

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

They rap they're ass off and don't nobody like their songs

Battlefront abingdon street breaking down their doors