This is a song about "Floor waxers"

Do he make you feel important than how you felt before

Otherwise there'd be two hits me hitting you and the floor

I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run

Wealthy tuition, floor already crimson

And i don't run counters no more

Big sean-bootie hi the floor

I see the bitches calling i just hit ignore

Wait for the trashers, pick em off the floor.

He lives in apartments, right on the first floor

That fire flow the finest women i adore

I dropped the rusty blade on the floor.

Lower than my credit score

When she looked we pretended to stare at the floor

And i'm all that, hit the passenger door

But i took a fly route to an opposite shore

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