This is a song about "Wet 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

We mop the floors with the whackest cliques

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

I have sins so my pants never had lent

Drown you alive in wet cement

Shook ones? lay 'em down like wet cement,

I just want to kick it, kick it for the rest

And of course, my car's off course

Slammed closed doors and crammed posed floors

My flow'll strike like thunder and rain, that's why it stays wet

Sad but its true, but i ain't on ya level yet

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

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

Ay yo come on, girlfriend i ain't no actor, really

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