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

Unless when you look at the mirror on your door

Wish, that he will be bless me with a few more

My visions that i record, the instruments i adore

No that whore on the corner next to the four door

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

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?

Without her making attempts to garner all of my attention

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

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

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

Life was diggin’ me deeper, i kept on coming up short

Big bullets, look like a mack truck, shooters ride wit’ that mac tucked

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

Up at three, school at dawn,

Everyday a star is born