This is a song about "Kick up in yo door like the swat team"

But you ain't never pleased, maybe you should leave

Rap attack your pack a rats coming in like swat teams,

I still got your letters laying in my dresser drawer

In the window, through the hall, up the stair way to your door

And slid back north of course to pen more

Ssc searchin for that score, open up the door,

And anabolism who picks up the pieces and rebuilds the door

But i got skeptics and some fans that just be needing more

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

Gorillas at the door fiends sleeping on the floor

I'll come up on yo porch, knock on your door

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

And even when it's dark out, the sun is shining somewhere

Bricks in there pockets cuz they run like pigs, the other team should shut there