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

So when i kick in the door, not waving the four four

Right now at 23 i ain't mad at them reds no more

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

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

Up at three, school at dawn,

You were right here all along

Unless when you look at the mirror on your door

My ambition is ammunition if this is war

Four five six, and now it clicks

She likes the way it hits her lips

Now you can feel itit's a potion for my niggas in motion

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

I’m simply fuckin’ with bitches that know they whole position

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