This is a song about "Floor"

That's what rains for

Timeout, sit on the floor

I still got your letters laying in my dresser drawer

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

Or knock it off, slam on the floor

And there's little to be glad for

Something in his arm, he pushing more and more

Sorry for what i did tears poured on the floor.

To burn this fucking court to the floor.

Girl, what you grabbing cash for

So let 'em chase love

The floor with your phrases,

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Better change this attitude, unless i wanna be down on the floor

Some old bitch that we did before

His girlfriend walks in and drops to the floor