This is a song about "Sanding a floor"

As the chain swinglettin' shine, no sheenjust my dream

Slid across the floor and flew right into a washing machine

Army stance, ready for war

Shit... dropped the fork on the floor,

Baby we need each other, don't want to meet your mother

Shots leak, i sweep you up and mop the floor like a janitor.

I turned into something they never became

Sleepin' on the floor of a tent in bitter pain.

Of impactful things one can ask for

Livin on decks that hit the top floor

Creep along the tile floor, feeling like a roach

Im not the player anymore im turning into the coach

Time after time, again and again

Like a #whore on the floor, we forgot his name

I've been pinned to this floor,

Summer time, different shore