This is a song about "Doors"

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

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

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

I give him a helpin' hand, bring him out to thugz mansion

My father was missing, war lord oliver north

And if you tired of this beef ill show you to the doors

So i went down south but i ended up north

Hello protractor, i crack your teeth with doors,

Im comin in hard, better shut all your doors

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

Cause i'm thinking me and you could get along

Lock your doors like tupac shakur, got shotguns drawn,

Music is my first, but i contemplate divorce

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