This is a song about "The floor is lava"

Wait for the trashers, pick em off the floor.

But i took a fly route to an opposite shore

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

Knowing i can go wherever and get 8 more

I dont gotta join illuminati just to get a new bugatti

My mood is cocky, i'll mopping your ass on from the floor like its air hockey

I think found where your mind was

The floor with your phrases,

Gold chains, 24, niggas must be shinin' more

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

Timeout, sit on the floor

Some old bitch that we did before

My mother dead fell over and slammed on the floor.

Might as well, mix it up. im a fashion whore

To burn this fucking court to the floor.

Pine-green foams, they may never see the store