This is a song about "2 circles bouncing on the ground"

The best part is the horror house, with zombies on the ground,

Girl you’re gonna want another round, another round

Never knew a hooker that could share me, i get around

Mr.ronald mcdonald face-painted clown on the ground

If i see the feds im bouncing

Hit it til your make up missing

Ain wrestling it rugged like chippins on the ground

Blue ball, who fault? mine, only cause i stick around

Stand for something or die in the morning

Dew forming on the ground as the day is transforming,

The thoughts of killing you in different ways are bouncing,

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

Tires screech on that road ground

Come wit me you'll smoke around