This is a song about "Basement floor"

Inside the depths of his basement

Attention is a must

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

Then drag the body in and hide it in the basement

Then the world ain't no trick no more

Timeout, sit on the floor

I stuff you in the trunk, drunk

Climb our way up out the basement/

Im happier when high and drunk

Soon as i hit the basement

My type has no replacement lurin bitches to my basement.

Told the fucking faculty that he was at a meeting and

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

Chop you up in the basement like my name was patrick bateman

And i don't run counters no more

I've been pinned to this floor,