This is a song about "The man next door"

Loc’s on, chucks low, black beanie dogpatron top wash straight from the liquor store

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

Who did it before

You showed me to the door

Fuck ya'll haters, just open the fucking door

And there's little to be glad for

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

I'm the next to blow, bro i'm dope, man just test your nose

No that whore on the corner next to the four door

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

But i took a fly route to an opposite shore

All your education goes straight out the door

// [when you walked through the door]

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

Turn it up a little more

Fucking hell, where's the door?