This is a song about "Kick her off the door"

So when i kick in the door, not waving the four four

Might as well, mix it up. im a fashion whore

Dick her down kick her out

Never lookin for a handout

As she approached the door, her dad was right in front of her,

My garments shouldn’t be here, i’m somewhere near the future

And i'm not bragging, i'mma be in her

Stamp no lick her,,tipsy off the liquor,

Looked around the room that's when i seen her bedroom door shut

Harder than my dick when taylor swift is in my basement

Money is just a whore, and imma use her till i hit the door, remembrance when im gone

In fly modei'm a homicidal outlawand five-o, get your lights on, fight long

Loc’s on, chucks low, black beanie dogpatron top wash straight from the liquor store

Counting out you aint amounting nowt so please fuck off now leave outta the door