This is a song about "Floor"

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

Right now at 23 i ain't mad at them reds no more

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

Wait for the trashers, pick em off the floor.

Timeout, sit on the floor

Girl, what you grabbing cash for

And nobody cant touch me when am on the floor.

I'm understanding that bull like a matador

Bust rounds in they chest till they fall to the floor

Pine-green foams, they may never see the store

You drown in your lies, and wasted hit the floor

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

Or knock it off, slam on the floor

And you ain't gotta go to war

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

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