This is a song about "Slamming a door"

Cause in the end girl you’re gonna want another round, another round

Being beaten up to the one slamming others to the ground

Lot of tough talk personas, they ain’t really built for war

I pick up a spoon and walk through the living room door

Know i’m reppin’ this, shoot and i don’t ever miss

And cause them all to fall like a door without the hinges.

Inspired by that ganja most 9-to-5ers just can't afford

Smash into your four-by-four door ford in a honda accord,

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

I open a door and see demons playin musical chairs

We don't need y'all, the fader's who we really fucking with, bitch

Take some inventory, in this gorge there's a ford engine, door hinge

Wish, that he will be bless me with a few more

I adore you like the swing from a door.

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

Bust down ya door like a coked up paulie shore