This is a song about "The floor"

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

Or your designer clothes littering the floor,

He lives in apartments, right on the first floor

Fuck it! i go until my 40 millionth encore

They say my music knocks, so i hope it open every door

Better change this attitude, unless i wanna be down on the floor

And there's little to be glad for

To burn this fucking court to the floor.

You can try to walk inside my brain but i close the door

I'm the nicest motha fucka to embellish the floor

Reincarnated bitch even worse than before

Im sweatin, blood and tears hit the floor

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

And laying them out into anagrams on the floor?

Livin on decks that hit the top floor

Gold chains, 24, niggas must be shinin' more