This is a song about "Doors sad"

Lock your doors, you want more? get you knocked to the floors

Music is my first, but i contemplate divorce

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Suicide doors onna black coupe

No, not bombs over baghdad

I was angry and sad

I fell through the glass doors, started causing a scene

I guess these major deals ain't all they seem

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

And shorty, you straight, bet you look way better without no drawers

Because there ain't no coming back from that

I killing people,but i still feel sad

I'm the lord who hauls souls to the doom doors

So i went down south but i ended up north

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Parachute in, bust down ya doors