This is a song about "It lives in my home it sleeps on my floor every night i hear its nails on my door"

I don't have pussy on my lap, or bitches in the livin' room gettin' it on.

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

Look, she love me from them poems, and them songs, in my zone

I hold it like i do a page to scribble in my home,

Every night on the block, was realizing the error in my ways

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

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

For all my homies in the pen, many peers deadniggas still ballin

You gotta keep your sense of humoryou gotta be able to smile through all this bullshit

Every day i mourn it/ i wore my love on my sleeve just wishing that you'd adore it

Whether you wrong or you right

I hear it every night

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

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

My mood is cocky, i'll mopping your ass on from the floor like its air hockey

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree