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

Me and my niggas swarm on you like the killer bees

Normally i order three or four of these

Yesterday i saw a b-girl crying; i walked up and asked what's wrong

Knocking you so silly that your head rings like a door bell,ding dong

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

See, mel made a couple milli sellin’ jesus passion

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

And her mind is amazing, different kind of connection

Four five six, and now it clicks

Went out and had a church of kids

Either i'm cocking the four or go to the door and slick talk

I'm clearly in a different tax bracket now, dog

Smash into your four-by-four door ford in a honda accord,

No crucifix chains, i’m ain’t sure if i’m forgiven, lord