This is a song about "From the ceiling to the floor to the floor"

You ain't gotta worry no more

Big sean-bootie hi the floor

Loc’s on, chucks low, black beanie dogpatron top wash straight from the liquor store

I used to talk to her for many hours rollin' on the floor.

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

True hip hop to core i soar high while you hit the floor

Act fact, hourglass, pedal to the floor, step on the gas

Why you saving that, with her misbehaving ass

To burn this fucking court to the floor.

And i don’t wanna be a playa no more

I still got your letters laying in my dresser drawer

His buddys dead right beside em, last clip drops to the floor