This is a song about "Floor"

Livin on decks that hit the top floor

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

And i'm all that, hit the passenger door

His girlfriend walks in and drops to the floor

And they sore on hatin' reality that i ignore

Bust rounds in they chest till they fall to the floor

Grew up in the jungle where it's killers at war

He didn't answer back but he bled all on the floor

9 months later, new car, can’t afford a son

Wealthy tuition, floor already crimson

Fuck fame, i love my fans just a little more

The back is where they pushin the funk, drugs in the floor

I get her once i bet you keep coming back for more

And laying them out into anagrams on the floor?

Might as well, mix it up. im a fashion whore

*boom boom* the cops bust in, he's dead on the floor,