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

Don’t you be holding back, your love

The floor with your phrases,

Or knock it off, slam on the floor

Some old bitch that we did before

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

Im sweatin, blood and tears hit the floor

Billy-club chainsaw, i’m coming through their front door

And nobody cant touch me when am on the floor.

Lot of tough talk personas, they ain’t really built for war

Otherwise there'd be two hits me hitting you and the floor

Gorgeous, the funky four horsemen and one more

He lives in apartments, right on the first floor

Young strugglersracing the clockain't no telling when it all can end

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

Timeout, sit on the floor

And you ain't gotta go to war