This is a song about "Bodies hitting the floor"

Need i say more out in singapore

To burn this fucking court to the floor.

Hitting the singing feather

Big serg, we ready for whatever

Sabotage, i love how you keep coming back for more

Otherwise there'd be two hits me hitting you and the floor

Gets older, bolder, and cold cause he's left alone

As our dead bodies hit the cold oh brim stone

I’m something like a fetus, i'm not quite kidding

On the road to riches this is the fork i'm hitting

Of impactful things one can ask for

And he kicked her tooth on the floor

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

Wait for the trashers, pick em off the floor.