This is a song about "Tile floors"

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

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

Vivid detailed scriptures about purple rain on orange floors,

Bandana p, blow thirds, the 4 take you on all fours

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

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

Good rhythm, bad women and better lyrics

We mop the floors with the whackest cliques

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

Pull up on a stark with enough white to kill a horse

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

They hatin on me just like a sudden change coach.

Creep along the tile floor, feeling like a roach

Straight geechi on her, came back with eighty chains

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