This is a song about "Get your arse on the dance floor"

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

Sit him on the floor, and if he get to bitching,

So tell me why are we at war

Livin on decks that hit the top floor

Or something that you paid for

I dropped the rusty blade on the floor.

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

My mood is cocky, i'll mopping your ass on from the floor like its air hockey

Was on my grind cause times were harder than a cellar floor

Jaws all on the floor cause i unlocked and walked in your door

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

So it's probably the reason your on the floor

I'm tryin to keep income comin' in and collect on my ass cap

I woke up on the floor next to your body and remembered the fact, that

And you ain't gotta go to war

Shit... dropped the fork on the floor,