This is a song about "Im closing the door to my soul"

I hate to rhyme a word twice, my soul was his for the taking,

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

I like my women soft-spoken but the weed loud

My soul flying to the clouds, but then i feel that doubt

Bottle of wrong-ful, reflection of this bitches head swinging on the wall,

Declaring that i don't want you to barge into my door in the middle of it all

It's wolf gang barking keep you up like car alarms and shit

Heart and soul to death, she rushes to the bathroom door and locks it

Theres a line between me & them and im closing the gate

Drink a fifth of hennessy and then take another fade

It’s ironic how i drop some dough when i got them homer simpsons, look

My heart start to smolder and soul start get colder, i realise im no good,

God is at my window but the devils at my door

I got sexy ladies all over the floor