This is a song about "Swiping an swapping the floor"

Pine-green foams, they may never see the store

He lives in apartments, right on the first floor

Who wipes the life of people swiping purses so i can swipe it perfect

Young strugglersracing the clockain't no telling when it all can end

Otherwise there'd be two hits me hitting you and the floor

I get her once i bet you keep coming back for more

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

Wait for the trashers, pick em off the floor.

Swept out of your life, like the dust on the floor

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

I'm the nicest motha fucka to embellish the floor

And they sore on hatin' reality that i ignore

And laying them out into anagrams on the floor?

Wish, that he will be bless me with a few more

And i don’t wanna be a playa no more

When she looked we pretended to stare at the floor