This is a song about "Bodies hitting the floor"

It’s a fact that i ain’t givin’ up my stacks like that

Dumping dead bodies on the school playground i don't give a shit

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

Big sean-bootie hi the floor

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

Just the scissors and the razor blades and many of the bodies,

It's time to turn the streets into a war zone

As our dead bodies hit the cold oh brim stone

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

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

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

The back is where they pushin the funk, drugs in the floor

Not relying on the light no more

Im sweatin, blood and tears hit the floor

*boom boom* the cops bust in, he's dead on the floor,

Reincarnated bitch even worse than before