This is a song about "Doors"

Rummaged through the cupboards and doors

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

I'll stick a petard up in your doors of perception

If a period is late then i will mark it with a question

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

Just drop your guns and knock on heavens doors

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit

That doors been closed, and i'm itchin' to latch it.

So i went down south but i ended up north

Im comin in hard, better shut all your doors

I locked the doors so no one can get out i traped em in

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

Blew the fuck up in gray clouds of thick smoke

The river flowed to the doors of riches and broke

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

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