This is a song about "Watch the back door"

Girl, what you grabbing cash for

You showed me to the door

Winding up left next to the back door after a fight that left your muscles tore

But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door

Is written in our souls, africa

Silence no one to watch my back now the

Let's sit back and watch the world burn, take turns, blaze chronic,

Yea i’m on that ball shit, boy you with that soft shit

Chevy sitting crooked, teeth on reggie miller

And sit back and watch the sun set on my porch, sip liquor,

Was on my grind cause times were harder than a cellar floor

Went back to the crib with all the homies closed the door

// [when you walked through the door]

Army stance, ready for war

And i don't run counters no more

// [when you walked through the door]