This is a song about "Wood floors"

Vivid detailed scriptures about purple rain on orange floors,

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

Wood, gold, platinum, diamond

Enforce, i'm elegant and

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good

But really your lyrics have no taste its like eatin a piece of wood

For being jealous of a brother when he rides

Words with wood he ig-nites,just to flee these kites

Slammed closed doors and crammed posed floors

I put these poems all in these songs

Should i say the fake leg made out of wood

I bet they thought they'd never see a big gone good

Cause innocent women’ll stalk you if you fuck em good

So you wanna release platinum? you won’t even go wood,

With my name on em: that’s a damn shame

Hold it down like lean and wood grain