This is a song about "Bodies hitting the floor"

Pocket racked up all big faces

The floor with your phrases,

And there's little to be glad for

I dropped the rusty blade on the floor.

That fire flow the finest women i adore

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

And yall niggas the right flow

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough

Hitting breaches-bodies stack to top of heavens reaches-

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

Every nigga can't dunk, some white man can jump

To which end you're hitting the pavement

Shitto me that shit sound delicious

Hitting the big spliffs while i'm spitting vicious