This is a song about "Three six four knocking at your door"

Normally i order three or four of these

Pressed in timeswe busted like bubbleswith the police

I hear knocking on heaven's door, why don't you invite him in?

Athlete mentality so fuck my competition

So cower when you hear that loud knock at your door,

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

One two three four five six seven eight nine

I been waiting to blow up for a long damn time

The three six are the reason i got into writing

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

Black honda accord slash four door ford until the drivers are flattened

Everybody wanna talk cause i'm rappin, they askin me what happened

Unless when you look at the mirror on your door

I got sexy ladies all over the floor