This is a song about "Kids next door"

I breed 'em like i'm going to war

Cause once a whore steps through my door

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

If they got kids looks like they'll be getting looked after by there next of kin

Ima go until my arm's sore

// [when you walked through the door]

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

Why are the little kids having little kids

And i'm all that, hit the passenger door,

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

You showed me to the door

No ho, acquainted with the floor

You see i gotta go to war

I'll ring your bell like i'm goin door to door

Girl, what you grabbing cash for

Saw somethin happenn next door