This is a song about "Swiping an swapping the floor"

Who wipes the life of people swiping purses so i can swipe it perfect

Selling my assets, i'm so damn illegal that i need to be arrest

Wait for the trashers, pick em off the floor.

I got soul, there's more in store

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

I'm the nicest motha fucka to embellish the floor

And nobody cant touch me when am on the floor.

Mo county, va, show is over, encore

I'm understanding that bull like a matador

Suddenly that weed falls out of the jar on the floor

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

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

I dropped the rusty blade on the floor.

Pine-green foams, they may never see the store

Livin on decks that hit the top floor

Turn it up a little more