This is a song about "Kicking doors"

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

Just drop your guns and knock on heavens doors

Seriously, just, kicking back

Yeah, the sex in the sack

Could i make you my baby

Bruce lee kicking tidal waves at sea

Suicide doors onna black coupe

But rather than singing non praise the dude

Flyer than the rest of ‘em, i hold the beat to reinforce

Hello protractor, i crack your teeth with doors,

We might be back in this baby

Bruce lee kicking tidal waves at sea

You be chickens like smokey tripping off angel dust

The purpose of my life ain't kicking pebbles on the pavement

Cause then i’m throwing peace signs

I'm kicking all your behinds