This is a song about "Floors"

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

It's going down in history, the way i valet two doors

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

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

We mop the floors with the whackest cliques

I be giving work to the kids

The aftermath is y'allsi told ya last album, we need help cause we dying

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

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

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

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

Shit, i don't give a fuck, your family looking for you, wish them good luck

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

And of course, my car's off course

Slammed closed doors and crammed posed floors