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

Hear the boy knocking at the games front door better let him in,

Everybody finger point in your direction

Or do i zing u four door thunder solace tricks

Pray to whoever got on the biggest of crucifix

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes

I'm falling victim to a revolutionary song

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

The shit that i spit is more

And tell the doc you'd be dead at four

While i'm in the back talkin' to my other broad

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