This is a song about "Kicking doors"

Suicide doors onna black coupe

I must go like fly route

I love women, air max's and liquor stores

Just drop your guns and knock on heavens doors

Bruce lee kicking tidal waves at sea

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

Parachute in, bust down ya doors

I grew up with killas man, people who killed, man

Kicking ass like all nighters with pakistan

So i went down south but i ended up north

Battlefront abingdon street breaking down their doors

I don't care any more about spelling i care about ass kicking

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

Free throws of money, bet you can’t block

I always left doors slammed and locked,