This is a song about "The floor is lava"

I'll be under your bed at night, so drop to the floor,

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

Livin on decks that hit the top floor

And there's little to be glad for

So before i go, you should harvest food

Bottles on the floor and my vision is skewed

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

*boom boom* the cops bust in, he's dead on the floor,

Sorry for what i did tears poured on the floor.

My ambition is ammunition if this is war

Im sweatin, blood and tears hit the floor

Army stance, ready for war

Blowin/ out lava from my pen, the liquid volcanic

Do not give a fuck i've got the swagger of a virgin's dick

Shit... dropped the fork on the floor,

Not relying on the light no more