This is a song about "Rap floor"

I'm understanding that bull like a matador

Bust rounds in they chest till they fall to the floor

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

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Wish, that he will be bless me with a few more

When she looked we pretended to stare at the floor

And laying them out into anagrams on the floor?

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

Im sweatin, blood and tears hit the floor

Ima go until my arm's sore

And i don’t wanna be a playa no more

Or your designer clothes littering the floor,

Timeout, sit on the floor

They fiend in the door

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

He didn't answer back but he bled all on the floor