This is a song about "Battle ground"

// [you ran me into the ground]

Cause everytime yall come around

Go on girl , hit the ground

No reason to be around

I drive that all around

Burn this place to the ground

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

Mr.ronald mcdonald face-painted clown on the ground

Ammunition in graceshh, move without a sound

Silence of the lambs, roses on the ground

And tell me why every battle

That’s only if they handle

Then get out your seat and jump around

See my ass is always on the ground

Who gonna beat someone to the ground.

Aim, shoot, the gun of love, round