This is a song about "Toys on the floor"

You want beef? we'll start a gulf stream war

He lives in apartments, right on the first floor

Semi's on the floor, please shut the door/

And i don't run counters no more

My mother dead fell over and slammed on the floor.

That i got sexy ladies so back up some more

I still got your letters laying in my dresser drawer

I'm drinking voltage so i be spitting current on the floor

I dropped the rusty blade on the floor.

As soon as i walk in the door

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

Man i got so fucked up, i passed out on the floor

Grew up in the jungle where it's killers at war

Swept out of your life, like the dust on the floor

And nobody cant touch me when am on the floor.

But i got skeptics and some fans that just be needing more