This is a song about "Floor"

I dropped the rusty blade on the floor.

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

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

And took a big shit all over your bedroom floor

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

And there's little to be glad for

Im sweatin, blood and tears hit the floor

You ain't gotta hit the club no more

He lives in apartments, right on the first floor

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

Lot of tough talk personas, they ain’t really built for war

When she looked we pretended to stare at the floor

To burn this fucking court to the floor.

And it's you, can't even front i press ignore

But i took a fly route to an opposite shore

Or your designer clothes littering the floor,