This is a song about "Invite"

I hear knocking on heaven's door, why don't you invite him in?

Without her making attempts to garner all of my attention

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

I'ma kill the flow and invite witnesses

Gives an invite into sick acts dementure dreaming an sickening

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Hoping that nobody don't notice

You invite men over and ask for it rough

She feels a baby is the way to save her relationship that ain't nothing

Mic me up and invite me into your home, you're doing the right thing

People love hodgy i hate you though

Invite me to yours, i wont be a slow show,

The binocularsha ha ha ha, yeah nigga time to ride

Like her tight bright pink ripe smitten that i have no invite,

Competitive niggas, door opens, i invite you in

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win