This is a song about "Pooping on front doors"

And i'm on you rapper's ass like brake lights

Livin' life like a soldier on the front lines.

Slammed closed doors and crammed posed floors

They left the keys to the brand new porsche

All these other nigas front,

And the word most important

Keep your doors locked and your windows secured,

Buy a chick a new bag when she taste good

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

Parachute in, bust down ya doors

Shouts out to st. louey, swag champ i got the belt

And we won't front on y'all., no criminal intent

Get to her place 901 3rd street get out my ride and knock on her front door,

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

It ain't gon' be no back and forth

I'm the lord who hauls souls to the doom doors