This is a song about "The floor is lava"

Grew up in the jungle where it's killers at war

Wait for the trashers, pick em off the floor.

Not relying on the light no more

And he kicked her tooth on the floor

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

Timeout, sit on the floor

And they sore on hatin' reality that i ignore

Sorry for what i did tears poured on the floor.

My nigga hustle all day in front of the corner store

Suddenly that weed falls out of the jar on the floor

I ain't happy with the score

Livin on decks that hit the top floor

Or your designer clothes littering the floor,

But a small girl had been shotmy heart could take no more

To burn this fucking court to the floor.

You ain't gotta worry no more