This is a song about "That door"

Some old bitch that we did before

And i'm all that, hit the passenger door,

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

Wantin to go and kick in the door of all the niggas that want come get it

// [when you walked through the door]

Lower than my credit score

No that whore on the corner next to the four door

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

Woodstock though, couple bands on the floor

// [when you walked through the door]

Banging on the back door,

I got soul, there's more in store

Doctor: dear god, i should have called the police as soon as you walked thru that door

Can't use the phonecause i'm sure someone is tappin indid it before

Then the world ain't no trick no more

Fucking hell, where's the door?