This is a song about "The girl next door"

Not worrying if i'm the next

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

And if i give it to you, don't you treat me like them bitches

Lying in the sheets with the next girl they meet how can they do this

// [when you walked through the door]

She leave her hair on the floor

"open the door, fucker, im here"

But reality shows ain't real

Wait, i heard about you from that other nigga earl

Ain't no fallin' no next time i meet a new girl

Banging on the back door,

I got soul, there's more in store

They rang the bell and pounded on the door

Something in his arm, he pushing more and more

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

Pine-green foams, they may never see the store