This is a song about "Wood floors"

Slammed closed doors and crammed posed floors

It ain't gon' be no back and forth

Straight geechi on her, came back with eighty chains

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

Vivid detailed scriptures about purple rain on orange floors,

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

I'm bashing your fantasy like wood to a fairy otter

Material girls can't call you, cause you deserve all from the honor

Damn i’m no good, but damn it’s so good

And hide like a beast under the wood

I'm singin poems for supporters of my songs

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

Ain't finna peak yet

Hide bodies in a wood shed