This is a song about "Lines out the door"

Better tell me the truth because my foot is half out the door

Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for

The shit that i spit is more

You showed me to the door

You ain't gotta worry no more

You showed me to the door

// [when you walked through the door]

She leave her hair on the floor

Loc’s on, chucks low, black beanie dogpatron top wash straight from the liquor store

Counting out you aint amounting nowt so please fuck off now leave outta the door

Wear a rubber bust her out and then she's out the door!

Right now at 23 i ain't mad at them reds no more

Knock out the first fag that comes with my punch lines

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

Summertime and the sun is out a couple more lines comin out my mouth

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds