This is a song about "Tile floors"

I want to tie her body up and throw her in my basement

I'm opening the doors! steppin up all the floors, sweating like hell, but

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

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

We mop the floors with the whackest cliques

So here i am at the store for some chips

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

Slammed closed doors and crammed posed floors

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

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

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

I been laughed at, hated on, no one would even play my songs

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

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