This is a song about "Burry me in southern ground"

I don't hate you, i'm just trying to bury you's in the ground,

Told me mary was a go so we passed her round and round

Noone around can pull me back to the ground, not even gravity.

And every woman looking at you knew that you was lucky

This my album, and when your parents try to come around

You just dug yourself a hole you're goin straight in the ground

Into the ground every day in every way, i'mma bash ém

A fuckin' sausage fest will them shaky niggas get married then

Selling my assets, i'm so damn illegal that i need to be arrest

I was raised to cuss,stir up shit,want to be the best southern pride beats in the chest

Sack 30 feet in the ground.

Weed up, better make a sound

Shit musta knocked me out cause i ain't feel the ground at all

That’s the same block metta world peace learned to play ball

But i apologize for not walking you around

But instead i got a father that runs me into the ground