This is a song about "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

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Uneven-ed floors, like joeys cornelius flow might be psycho though, you trifling

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

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

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

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

Slammed closed doors and crammed posed floors

Huh, a metaphor of course

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

We mop the floors with the whackest cliques

I been laughed at, hated on, no one would even play my songs

Vivid detailed scriptures about purple rain on orange floors,

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

I'm singin poems for supporters of my songs