This is a song about "Please close the door"

They make it worth more

// [when you walked through the door]

Lower than my credit score

You showed me to the door

Is it this black mercedes

Hand over the knife please

Banging on the back door,

Girl, what you grabbing cash for

Semi's on the floor, please shut the door/

And slid back north of course to pen more

Now our friendship got kicked out the door

And i don’t wanna be a playa no more

She leave her hair on the floor

// [when you walked through the door]

You showed me to the door

I ain't happy with the score