'Floyd' , 'Ayo floyd' , 'Hey floyd' wake up babe , 'wake up' , 'babe'. ''Mmh'' twirls in his Calafonia king size bed , a woman, a woman fit for relation with Sarah Bartman walking with ease, ease showcasing her africanacity with every step in a palace of a bedroom, ''who knows this may be pearl am walking on '' ,celling forever glittering I bet it could feed a nation for years , fast approaching the curtains she noticed they're humongous to smoothly open they're her height 10 times , she gets mesmerized, confused and embarrassed, should I wake up floyd too embarrassing , let me glance around for an answer, for the goldish yellow fuel driving sunlight, showcasing no she is not showcasing that's her being her that's her walk , hunting for an answer in exposed flesh , from the small sized feets up and up and UP , Ohh yeah till tips if the triangular conjuction where she hid and formed art behind in a Louis Vuitton white shirt, after a transparent night. A clap boom sunlight hits the room just like that 'Floyd the money Mayweather' is up , 2 floors down , 101 steps or an elevator breakfast calls, Damm looks, feels and smells like money through the garage to the lawn , after all this is the an profilic boxer of all times yes I said it .Proud ambassador of the melanin flag
