This is a song about "Floor"

I dropped the rusty blade on the floor.

And you ain't gotta go to war

You can try to walk inside my brain but i close the door

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

You ain't gotta hit the club no more

Wait for the trashers, pick em off the floor.

To burn this fucking court to the floor.

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

Or knock it off, slam on the floor

Reincarnated bitch even worse than before

Pine-green foams, they may never see the store

Or your designer clothes littering the floor,

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

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

And i don't run counters no more

Livin on decks that hit the top floor