This is a song about "Knocking out"

See i wouldn’t wish success on my worst foe

When i'm knocking, you better run hoe!

I hear knocking on heaven's door, why don't you invite him in?

Permanently focused, learning while i'm going

Ya bitch bopping topping slober knocking

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

Mix a little syrup, it ain't no way to cure him

Knocking socks to own up or show accretion

He's knocking boots, never coulda dreamed they would prosecute,

Yeah, real or fake, bitch!hotter then the summer coupe

Get you high, keep it on the low

Knocking success in my chest hoe

Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route

He's knocking boots, never coulda dreamed they would prosecute,