This is a song about "Talking big imma show up at ya back door"

Winding up left next to the back door after a fight that left your muscles tore

But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door

When i'm working for certain, i'm hurting the game

Rise up and roll ya eyes back girls when it hits ya brain

And i'm all that, hit the passenger door

Bust down ya door like a coked up paulie shore

Pine-green foams, they may never see the store

God is at my window but the devils at my door

Before it make ya crawl till u reach hell's door,

The cp3 of this rap game, i bet my nigga score

Lemme see them big titties, don't be actin' sadidy you're not pretty

So please think again before you show up at my door and try to fuck with me,

When bret hart meet brett farve

Imma look at the stars,