This is a song about "The door"

Pine-green foams, they may never see the store

They rang the bell and pounded on the door

I ain't happy with the score

Fucking hell, where's the door?

Went back to the crib with all the homies closed the door

I'm understanding that bull like a matador

You showed me to the door

I breed 'em like i'm going to war

Your niggas don’t ask how the top feel

"open the door, fucker, im here"

// [when you walked through the door]

Not relying on the light no more

9 in the morning and i kicked her out the door

Grew up in the jungle where it's killers at war

All your education goes straight out the door

Her hair all over the bed, that make me love her more