This is a song about "Doors"

Pants get stone, we call it the breakdown

Call me 3 days grace, im 3 doors down

Slammed closed doors and crammed posed floors

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

And the governor couldn’t give one fuck

We bursting doors like we just showed up

So much fuckin' white make darth vader have a dimmer force

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

Suicide doors onna black coupe

Meet me by the entrance of the tube

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

But of course, i'm the white boy that shows no remorse

With hi-tek on the score, once more, of course

Hello protractor, i crack your teeth with doors,

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

I been laughed at, hated on, no one would even play my songs