This is a song about "The floor is lava"

Wait for the trashers, pick em off the floor.

Right now at 23 i ain't mad at them reds no more

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

The tension builds and suddenly everyone drops to the floor,

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

I see the bitches calling i just hit ignore

Or your designer clothes littering the floor,

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

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

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

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

Im sweatin, blood and tears hit the floor

Gold chains, 24, niggas must be shinin' more

And nearly choked when he'd tell me not to smokedaaamn, don't get me started

But then the doctor is cold dead on the floor for something you did you did.