This is a song about "Floors"

Better keep that ho on a leash don't make your only

When you see her scrubbing my floors she looks like a slave to me.

But guarantee all of my women got designer drawers

Or ill rip out your spinal cord,walk on it like vinyl floors,

Slammed closed doors and crammed posed floors

They left the keys to the brand new porsche

With no remorseyou get blasted full forcea nike endorsement doin' shootings on a horse

This is the kings buffet, i'm serving all you whores stick to ya day job mopping floors

I'm opening the doors! steppin up all the floors, sweating like hell, but

Harder than my dick when taylor swift is in my basement

Bandana p, blow thirds, the 4 take you on all fours

Stoppin' the force and with rappers he's moppin' the floors,

We mop the floors with the whackest cliques

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

Okay you have em in amazement; switching four lanes

Over there are the torture chambers, floors filled with brains,