This is a song about "Tiling a hallway"

Hit a bitch, gain a stitch

Now i’m up in this bitch

Its gonna be a a test

Half your body laying on my chest

With brain splattered all over the hallway

Not to mention wale is on the way

They call you a whore, a bitch, a ho, and a stripper,

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

A bunch a singers and sinners

Talking about the god you serve

Any thing to say a a a a a a

Sort of remind you, why you don’t court no vagina

For every time they see you in the hallway and they slap your palm,

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon