This is a song about "Justin having sex on the floor"

Drop it on the floor, she's coming

I said pay me it’s nothing

Don’t let it drift away like a feather and i’m home, home, home

Having sex till four o'clock in the mourn but u still checking your phone

Controling my steamknowing my team to deserve more

My mother dead fell over and slammed on the floor.

Semi's on the floor, please shut the door/

Some old bitch that we did before

Blocking my path, flying through glass. soon, i'm landing on the floor

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

I'm drinking voltage so i be spitting current on the floor

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

Sorry for what i did tears poured on the floor.

Right now at 23 i ain't mad at them reds no more