This is a song about "Hit the floor"

Or your designer clothes littering the floor,

And slid back north of course to pen more

Hit the floor, you want more? ill rap so hard ill break your front door,

The cp3 of this rap game, i bet my nigga score

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

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

Swept out of your life, like the dust on the floor

But a small girl had been shotmy heart could take no more

And i'm all that, hit the passenger door

Three punches to the face, you fall to the floor

You can try to walk inside my brain but i close the door

The tension builds and suddenly everyone drops to the floor,

And they sore on hatin' reality that i ignore

Where they can ambush me and make my body hit floor

And he kicked her tooth on the floor

That's just the beginning of war