This is a song about "Wood floors"

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

Youve got a cock like a piece of rotton wood

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

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

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

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

Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took

That if they wanted a guy with good wood

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

Wood, gold, platinum, diamond

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

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

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

Ambition is priceless that’s something in your veins

Vivid detailed scriptures about purple rain on orange floors,

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