This is a song about "Bodies hitting the floor"

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

To which end you're hitting the pavement

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

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

Or your designer clothes littering the floor,

And i'm all that, hit the passenger door

Swimming in the women, hitting boppers with a ten-inch dick

If no one's there to listen guess i'll put it in the music

Army stance, ready for war

Livin on decks that hit the top floor

Fuck the law give a shit i'm even worse than before

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