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

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

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

Or your designer clothes littering the floor,

And it's you, can't even front i press ignore

Right now at 23 i ain't mad at them reds no more

Three punches to the face, you fall to the floor

Shit... dropped the fork on the floor,

That's just the beginning of war

Im sweatin, blood and tears hit the floor

And you ain't gotta go to war

Or knock it off, slam on the floor

I got soul, there's more in store

But i took a fly route to an opposite shore

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

Can't use the phonecause i'm sure someone is tappin indid it before

Better change this attitude, unless i wanna be down on the floor