This is a song about "Floors"

Lock your doors, you want more? get you knocked to the floors

I'm singin poems for supporters of my songs

My future so bright i'd probably go blind before i blink twice, i ain't lying

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

Slammed closed doors and crammed posed floors

And of course, my car's off course

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

Tryna see if real lyric spittin can buy me a porsche

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

I’m pushing that way where you came out as a baby

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

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

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

I got geechi on her, came back with thirty chains

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