This is a song about "Now she throwin close right to the the bedroom door"

As she approached the door, her dad was right in front of her,

And i won't be lyin' when i say i’m a sick rapper

No ho, acquainted with the floor

You showed me to the door

Trying to avoid the g's throwin up the red or blue

I just reflect on how i ain't met you, yet boo

All for dough to close the mouths of the hungry sons whom she bestowed her vows

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

Now the corners close in on me, now i'm too square,

Where my soldiers at? put your pistols in the air

Went back to the crib with all the homies closed the door

And wonder why i ain't ever caught that feeling before

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

Go in the room and shut the bedroom door and wake up in an ambulance