This is a song about "Tile floors"

When you see her scrubbing my floors she looks like a slave to me.

If we do the unthinkable would it make us look crazy

With no remorseyou get blasted full forcea nike endorsement doin' shootings on a horse

This is the kings buffet, i'm serving all you whores stick to ya day job mopping floors

Uneven-ed floors, like joeys cornelius flow might be psycho though, you trifling

My future so bright i'd probably go blind before i blink twice, i ain't lying

So don't act hard cause your the type id approach,

Creep along the tile floor, feeling like a roach

But guarantee all of my women got designer drawers

Stoppin' the force and with rappers he's moppin' the floors,

Slammed closed doors and crammed posed floors

I put these poems all in these songs

They rap they're ass off and don't nobody like their songs

Or ill rip out your spinal cord,walk on it like vinyl floors,

Over there are the torture chambers, floors filled with brains,

I got geechi on her, came back: a hundred chains