This is a song about "Trap doors"

All you niggas comin with me its a fuckin trap

Thats the end of my speech, i'm a need you to clap

But of course, i'm the white boy that shows no remorse

Battlefront abingdon street breaking down their doors

They rap they're ass off and don't nobody like their songs

Im comin in hard, better shut all your doors

Bb king or the neighbors of snoop

Suicide doors onna black coupe

Rappers claiming they sick, i heal niggas for good

Keep your doors locked and your windows secured,

Parachute in, bust down ya doors

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

I'm the lord who hauls souls to the doom doors

I love women, air max's and liquor stores