This is a song about "The floor is lava"

I breed 'em like i'm going to war

Big sean-bootie hi the floor

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

The back is where they pushin the funk, drugs in the floor

And they sore on hatin' reality that i ignore

Or your designer clothes littering the floor,

Goin' finally give a nigga leg room and a whip

Blowin/ out lava from my pen, the liquid volcanic

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

I dropped the rusty blade on the floor.

I ain't happy with the score

Shit... dropped the fork on the floor,

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

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

The tension builds and suddenly everyone drops to the floor,

My visions that i record, the instruments i adore