This is a song about "Tile floors"

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

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

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

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

Vivid detailed scriptures about purple rain on orange floors,

Flyer than the rest of ‘em, i hold the beat to reinforce

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

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

Lock your doors, you want more? get you knocked to the floors

Tryna see if real lyric spittin can buy me a porsche

I put these poems all in these songs

Slammed closed doors and crammed posed floors

And by the grace of god you make the approach

Creep along the tile floor, feeling like a roach

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

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