This is a song about "Police at my door"

Unless when you look at the mirror on your door

Fuck the law give a shit i'm even worse than before

Except it ain't via the nose it's from deep in my soul

Here i am at the door can't find the keyhole

Got home and see the police told my homie was killed.

Tell the fucking teacher that this burlap sack is filled

I take a look at the floor, and then i hear the door

But a small girl had been shotmy heart could take no more

Before this rapping, i was trappin', getting work cheap

Police fuss, at me cause, basically hush i all i speak,

But i got skeptics and some fans that just be needing more

And my niggas sell them keys if you can't open your door

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

God is at my window but the devils at my door

When they show up at the door theyll dance to the hip hop

Hi my name is bob and i work at my job