This is a song about "Hinge"

With dorhinge (door-hinge), which swings 'n' flings, correlating to the physics of wings,

Without my crew and me, slurring words and spitting so loosely but its so fast its

Take some inventory, in this gorge there's a ford engine, door hinge

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

I did a clinch with devil in my heart to leave my every hinge that will save me from these darts

But if your not coming, know that i already give your family my best regards!