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

I just wanna get some head, maybe ass ‘fore i leave

The more small people at your door like please can i receive

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

The three six are the reason i got into writing

But killing the competition in that cosabella thong

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

God is at my window but the devils at my door

Sabotage, i love how you keep coming back for more

I'm driving in a stolen truck, and i'm probably fucking drunk

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

* three k's at your residence so you might think i'm prejudice

I'm on the verge of excellence kill em off with no evidence

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

Vicious transmission for my vicious ambition

The hardest four bars, and i aint even count to three

I keep that hottie, just look at her body