This is a song about "The boy next door"

// [when you walked through the door]

Not relying on the light no more

You ain't gotta worry no more

// [when you walked through the door]

Hold up, hold up, hold up, we bear the croix

No ray of joyi'm the boy

Semi's on the floor, please shut the door/

Not one j got a pair or more

No that whore on the corner next to the four door

Head game outta control, super heroes on the floor

Banging on the back door,

I ain't happy with the score

Fuck ya'll haters, just open the fucking door

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

And it's you, can't even front i press ignore

Now our friendship got kicked out the door