This is a song about "Front door"

Fucking hell, where's the door?

And you ain't gotta go to war

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

I'll be tapping both ways like a salesman goin' door to door,

You wife ain't shit, we g'd her

In front of the pastor

As she approached the door, her dad was right in front of her,

Lay back, i got some money to make, motherfucker

Get to her place 901 3rd street get out my ride and knock on her front door,

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Hit the floor, you want more? ill rap so hard ill break your front door,

The cp3 of this rap game, i bet my nigga score

Punch a cop in the throat cuz he knocked on my front door

But a small girl had been shotmy heart could take no more

Saw somethin happenn next door

I breed 'em like i'm going to war