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

Look, viewin life from the 36th floor

You showed me to the door

Then bring your big bad ass to california, cause we ain't hard to find

My soul begins to seek, research discovered the truth uncovered and devised

The door to the world, and the box to my cock

As long as we're cooperating with god

I am like what happens when our guard be on his job more

And there's no closing the door on this, my foot's on the floor.

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

Liking all my pictures cuz she see the way i ball and i've never felt so tall.

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

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

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

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